Out the Dirt - Jay Critch, Fivio Foreign

Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt

I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga

Nigga, fuck what you heard

And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb

Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst

You better act right, we attackin' 'em first

We was trappin' out, rappin' up first

I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me

That’s why I got all these tools

They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me

That shit had me confused

I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas

Actin' like they came up with niggas

Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands

I bet .40 still slump a nigga

You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate

Where you eatin'?

We’re hungry niggas

Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate

Run it up, or they’ll punch you, nigga

Keep it cool soon as he ready to flex

.30s ready to crunch a nigga

And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check

Had to pull up and stunt on niggas

I was plottin', I ain’t have a option

Can’t pick one bitch, I got options

My city lookin' like Gotham

Think he a hero 'til .30s come rob him

Took a plate for free, I’m baggin' up KDs

Tell the hood to come cop 'em

I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen

And nobody could stop 'em

Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt

I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga

Nigga, fuck what you heard

And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb

Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst

You better act right, we attackin' 'em first

We was trappin' out, rappin' up first

I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me

That’s why I got all these tools

They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me

That shit had me confused

I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas

Actin' like they came up with niggas (Ayy)

Even if we put these .40s down (Baow), and we shoot their hands (Ayy)

I bet .40 still slump a nigga (Ayy)

Don’t let me up a nigga (Don't let me up a nigga)

Them niggas comin' if I push a button, nigga (Baow)

Dyke bitch (Dyke bitch), we don’t fuck with niggas (Nah)

I pull up on 'em with a bunch of niggas (Skrrt)

If them niggas opps, then we snuffin' niggas (Snuffin' niggas)

Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you)

She ask what I do, I say, «Nothin', nigga,"uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Face fuck for ignition, I don’t have to touch it, nigga (Nah)

Fivi' (Fivi'), I’m somethin', nigga (I'm somethin')

(Ayy, look, bitch) I did it perfect (Perfect, perfect)

When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin'

Ayy, uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (Ayy)

Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searchin' (Searchin')

It’s Fivio Foreign, don’t curve him (Uh)

She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy)

She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy, ayy)

Uh (Uh), nigga throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' bitch)

But he’s not a regular person (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt

I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga

Nigga, fuck what you heard

And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb

Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst

You better act right, we attackin' 'em first

We was trappin' out, rappin' up first

I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me

That’s why I got all these tools

They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me

That shit had me confused

I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas

Actin' like they came up with niggas

Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands

I bet .40 still slump a nigga