A1
Zachy Zachy
Dirty Dirty Dirty
Shhh
Everything you hear be true
Mad I'm here to rule
Figure the way, the glue dey set
Tuzee believe, we move
Your woman go flex the cooch
Cash no dey she dey flex the crew
Planning a coup, my troop go pull up anew
She no go flex the coupe
What you go do, If I sheda retire the game
Niggas dey move insane
Spitting your shit on my name
Mo kaas3 y3 level y3 same
Y3 de mo b3y3 the stock of the shame
Crushing the brothers for cutting my lane
Last year wey I dey take dash
This year, I dey slap your brain
I get a feeling it's about me
Your negativity dey drown me
For the inside, you my homie
But for maami, you no know me
I No fit differ between a nigga between
The scenes and running my show with me
Me no me flow unique
Foes no nim
Drip no wonnya no boutique
Ose me y3 sick, ose menni sika still op3 dick
S3 wo y3 a swift a, mey3 slick
As you bed she dey send me her pics
Running for wins, tough with the skin
Calling for battle, send me a pin
Save wo trash talk for the bin
Messing with Zachary, that be sin
Yeah
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Swear you can't be ready for the heavy heavies wey go drop
When I put the hammer down
It's the thunder thunder when the zacha flows come down
You better fear the sound
God flow when I let loose
Big waves keep rolling out
And I no dey like to make the news
But the weather man better report me now
Too late bitch you drowning now
My wins got em loosing count
Run the game like Babe Ruth
I Strike hard, never striking out
I talk smack and I back it up
Yeah you know we never backing out
I'm quick to bring the heat I'm packing out
Is niggas ready for the sun
I no dey chop, I no dey sleep
When I wanna eat, feed me a beat
I like it raw bloody and sweet
If you want beef then take a seat
I'm serving it raw
Come with the heat
This ain't no game, quit playing with me
Pushing they buttons, pushing they buttons
I got the codes I got the cheat
Making em fumble, best be humble better still bitch get on your knees
All em posers loose composure when they standing next to me
S3 wony3 KayMad, swear you can't test me
If you no be KayMad, bitch don't come close to me 3b3 y3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
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A1
Zachy Zachy
Dirty Dirty Dirty
Shhh
Everything you hear be true
Mad I'm here to rule
Figure the way, the glue dey set
Tuzee believe, we move
Your woman go flex the cooch
Cash no dey she dey flex the crew
Planning a coup, my troop go pull up anew
She no go flex the coupe
What you go do, If I sheda retire the game
Niggas dey move insane
Spitting your shit on my name
Mo kaas3 y3 level y3 same
Y3 de mo b3y3 the stock of the shame
Crushing the brothers for cutting my lane
Last year wey I dey take dash
This year, I dey slap your brain
I get a feeling it's about me
Your negativity dey drown me
For the inside, you my homie
But for maami, you no know me
I No fit differ between a nigga between
The scenes and running my show with me
Me no me flow unique
Foes no nim
Drip no wonnya no boutique
Ose me y3 sick, ose menni sika still op3 dick
S3 wo y3 a swift a, mey3 slick
As you bed she dey send me her pics
Running for wins, tough with the skin
Calling for battle, send me a pin
Save wo trash talk for the bin
Messing with Zachary, that be sin
Yeah
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Swear you can't be ready for the heavy heavies wey go drop
When I put the hammer down
It's the thunder thunder when the zacha flows come down
You better fear the sound
God flow when I let loose
Big waves keep rolling out
And I no dey like to make the news
But the weather man better report me now
Too late bitch you drowning now
My wins got em loosing count
Run the game like Babe Ruth
I Strike hard, never striking out
I talk smack and I back it up
Yeah you know we never backing out
I'm quick to bring the heat I'm packing out
Is niggas ready for the sun
I no dey chop, I no dey sleep
When I wanna eat, feed me a beat
I like it raw bloody and sweet
If you want beef then take a seat
I'm serving it raw
Come with the heat
This ain't no game, quit playing with me
Pushing they buttons, pushing they buttons
I got the codes I got the cheat
Making em fumble, best be humble better still bitch get on your knees
All em posers loose composure when they standing next to me
S3 wony3 KayMad, swear you can't test me
If you no be KayMad, bitch don't come close to me 3b3 y3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Zachy Zachy
Dirty Dirty Dirty
Shhh
Everything you hear be true
Mad I'm here to rule
Figure the way, the glue dey set
Tuzee believe, we move
Your woman go flex the cooch
Cash no dey she dey flex the crew
Planning a coup, my troop go pull up anew
She no go flex the coupe
What you go do, If I sheda retire the game
Niggas dey move insane
Spitting your shit on my name
Mo kaas3 y3 level y3 same
Y3 de mo b3y3 the stock of the shame
Crushing the brothers for cutting my lane
Last year wey I dey take dash
This year, I dey slap your brain
I get a feeling it's about me
Your negativity dey drown me
For the inside, you my homie
But for maami, you no know me
I No fit differ between a nigga between
The scenes and running my show with me
Me no me flow unique
Foes no nim
Drip no wonnya no boutique
Ose me y3 sick, ose menni sika still op3 dick
S3 wo y3 a swift a, mey3 slick
As you bed she dey send me her pics
Running for wins, tough with the skin
Calling for battle, send me a pin
Save wo trash talk for the bin
Messing with Zachary, that be sin
Yeah
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Swear you can't be ready for the heavy heavies wey go drop
When I put the hammer down
It's the thunder thunder when the zacha flows come down
You better fear the sound
God flow when I let loose
Big waves keep rolling out
And I no dey like to make the news
But the weather man better report me now
Too late bitch you drowning now
My wins got em loosing count
Run the game like Babe Ruth
I Strike hard, never striking out
I talk smack and I back it up
Yeah you know we never backing out
I'm quick to bring the heat I'm packing out
Is niggas ready for the sun
I no dey chop, I no dey sleep
When I wanna eat, feed me a beat
I like it raw bloody and sweet
If you want beef then take a seat
I'm serving it raw
Come with the heat
This ain't no game, quit playing with me
Pushing they buttons, pushing they buttons
I got the codes I got the cheat
Making em fumble, best be humble better still bitch get on your knees
All em posers loose composure when they standing next to me
S3 wony3 KayMad, swear you can't test me
If you no be KayMad, bitch don't come close to me 3b3 y3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Wei de3
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Dirty Dirty
Writer: Justice Biney, Zachary Afriyie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid