1900Rugrat - Clean & Dirty Lyrics

Huh, yeah, huh (buh), huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah (you aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
I'm in this bitch with Twonem, huh, yeah
Free 3, huh, yeah (yeah)

Walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (skrrt)
I've been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, huh, huh (buh, buh), yeah, huh, huh (yeah)
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh (buh, buh, buh)
My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh (yeah)

Wake up, hit for 50, feel like Curtis, huh (I feel like Curtis)
I roll her in the Rolls, she feel exposed, drop the curtain (drop it, bitch)
You got pole and I got pole, just drop the lo', be there in thirty
Grab my mask, get to Purgin' (we on that)
We make mamas go to churches (huh?)
We make grannies broke off funeral homes, I don't do none of that rappin'
We wrap opps up like tortillas, boy, you know this shit get tragic
If I catch Lil Nine, I'ma hit his ass with that Nina all in traffic
Brand-new stick (buh), I'll wave the bitch like Selena, I do magic
Off ten beans in a Beamer, double-stack got me on Venus
Unc' mad, made him wait for two hours, he in here fiendin' (yeah)
I ain't do it for no reason (huh?)
Plug playin' on my re-up (uh)
Long as I get that shit gone (uh), get to smoke and kick my feet up, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, bitch, better go suit up, you ain't got no excuses (yeah)
Huh, I been beatin' my feet, somethin' like I abuse 'em
Huh, huh, talkin' to God, I miss my bro, like, "Why you took him?"
Huh, f*ck them crackas, they took my dog, I'm askin' why they booked him
Huh, bitch, I stood tall, they can't overlook me
Huh, always shootin' straight, huh, just a little crooked (huh? Huh?)
Still servin' Cookies (huh?), still f*ck with auntie (huh?)
Still on that porch, I might be up, but I ain't signed (huh? Huh? Huh?)
Crack that seal and pour me up 'bout four lines
I ain't dropped the Audemar, but they all knowin' it's my time
State trooper get behind me, I'm doin' one-sixty on the I (on the I)
I might serve the lows, but I'm still out here gettin' high as God
Wave the rod, huh, like I'm from Saint Pete, huh
Bitch, I'm geeked up in the stu', we in here eight deep, huh
I'm steady countin' all this cheese, that's why they hate me, huh
I told her, "I don't want the pussy," she damn near raped me

Walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh
Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (skrrt)
I've been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies
And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, huh, huh (buh, buh), yeah, huh, huh (yeah)
My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka
Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh (buh, buh, buh)
My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh

Huh, yeah, huh (buh)