Heavy Bankroll - Dirty Lyrics

Yeah! Aye
Nigga hit me on tha phone late as hell. Mane
Nigga calling me mane, it's police everywhere out this muthaf*cka mane!
F*ck going on! Put my seatbelt on mane

Dirty, Dirty, man i'm riding dirty
Got a Ar in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy I'm dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got a gallon of dat syrup and a thousand of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got a choppa in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got ten bows of dat loud and a thousand of dem thirties

I need bricks like Craig Pettis or Mel dog
Cops question me, I ain't got nuthin to tell yawl
I'm heavy in dez streets like Paul Bunyun
My eyes hella red like a nigga cuttin onion
Supa high gettin money wit a group of guys
Order from my plug everything supa sized
OT I get my work dirt cheap
Pistol on my seat, I can't let you murk me
I keep gallons of dat wet inside a gas can
My scale dirty like I found it in a trash can
Oxycontins got me bout to cop a drop or sumthin
Middle finger to tha coppers, you ain't stoppin nuthin
I'm certified frontin pies to my hurtin guys
Keep a big long choppa and it's circumcised
My bitch mouth dirty but her pussy clean
Dirty money got a nigga fresh as Listerine

Dirty, Dirty, man i'm riding dirty
Got a Ar in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy I'm dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got a gallon of dat syrup and a thousand of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i'm riding dirty
Got a choppa in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got ten bows of dat loud and a thousand of dem thirties

Gun on my waist, bomb on tha way
Bout hit a lick no time for fornicatin
Every single day I'm screamin f*ck you pay me
All these whips and chains and you can never slay me
Flyin down Elvis Presley back seat full of tetris
Nigga talkin bout stretchin me I ain't get tha message
Bankrolls that won't fold, I won't let it
Plug just called a play, I ran a pick and roll
Boy my trap be jumping like Jeronimo
If you talkin bows, I need a hundred mo
Three phones ringin boy I'm on a roll
Just made a play in front da corner sto
I ain't gon buy dat so don't ask me
I got my own plug, you can't tax me
Now I'm swervin down deez back streets
Hoping that da police don't harass me

Dirty, Dirty, man i"m riding dirty
Got a Ar in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy I'm dirty, dirty, man i'm riding dirty
Got a gallon of dat syrup and a thousand of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i'm riding dirty
Got a choppa in da trunk and couple of dem thirties
Boy dirty, dirty, man i"m riding dirty