Tyler Mitchell - Dirt lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] South side brought the wave back Hair nappy need a wave cap Same state where Trae at This the reason for the mothaf**in ASAP That's MOB n***a Why ya all dressed up why ya teeth messed up why ya look so lost n***a Don't get it twisted down in the dirty south all we do is floss n***a That sh** late Boss n***a That one me Ain't got time can't no n***a take mine Our sh** yall sh** lose it no way I'm off it I'm off it I'm off and dreamin bout it I'm nauseous I'm nauseous it hurts to think about it ahhh [Hook: JOBA + Kevin Abstract] I've been riding round' with my people And I always put it down for my people She ain't ever caught them southern feels But she gone' catch them southern feels Because I get it while it's hot, I get it non stop as I watch that body rock Swanging through town, banging through town, let me slow it down as I get my money right Got this ice on my wrist candy painted Lexus finna' hit a lick with my squad Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff take a puff, get buck feel the southern love [Verse 2: Ameer Vann] Scumbag from the lonestar state Come around here, you could be the next n***a on the first 48 n***as run around with a snub 38 You gotta hold it down and protect your 28s Because since 18 a n***a had a dream Of that thang on the spokes I got my mouth froze Got them thangs for the low Who the f** spoke? Don't mind my southern drawl I got a pocket full of stones for all of y'all If he up, then watch him ball Plot to make these n***as fall Shoot through walls Take their money and their Ki's And don't come back without it all Screaming f** 'em and we ball [Hook] [Verse 3: Matt Champion Sock tan, pack of ports Dirty b**h, might double cup her Smokin gas on the porch Guess you could say I'm burnin rubber Head is good, so I learn to love her My dogs talk in numbers My iPhones got iPhones so all my friends can talk to me My flip phone even switch lanes My b**h got that lipstick Like candy paint, lick it off f** me, then piss me off Alexis, get my ren on Alexis, get my ren on Curve me, curve me b**h don't hit my phone, cuz [Verse 4: Dom McLennon] Heard everything's supposed to be different round here Gotta make sense of sh** round here It's like everybody wanna hit a lick round here Guess I gotta stop giving sh**s round here Been looking for a sign or some sh** round here Grind hard just to get a f**in grip round here We don't sit round here Big sh** round here You a target of you don't f**in fit round here Better charge it to the game n***a We all going insane better find a f**in lane Doing digits in a range n***a No guts no gain No pain no fame We are not one in the same n***a I could change your whole life We don't need no hype Just to get sh** lit for the night We could set it off on a f** n***a on sight [Bridge: Rodney Tenor] Riding, riding Rolling with my southern n***as [Verse 5: Merlyn Wood] Pushing weight Got to educate n***as smoking on my scholarship That's a win win Allowances off these college kids Brockhampton thicker than the wayans man I'm an a**hole Run up in su casa and dun dun dun dun da da dun dun They deported my uncle Cause he ain't got the papers to prove it Mama sent me to that white school (Not black!) Prove I could speak like them white kids Act like them white kids Smoke like them white kids f** that I'm the all black johnny cash