Dirt - Key Nyata, Larry June

My niggas 'bout that high grade

My niggas got that high grade

My niggas 'bout that high grade

I been gone like all day

My niggas got that high grade

I been high like all day

That’s why a young nigga eyes glazed

Ya’ll fuck niggas need to stay in yo place

I might take two blunts to the face

I might go crazy in this place

If a young nigga look me in my face

I might have to pull the thang and then spray

I be trying to keep things OK

But these young niggas love to play

I ain’t even trippin' on nothing mane

I ain’t even trippin' 'bout NOTHING mane

All these niggas just playing around

All these hoes just laying 'round

I’m trying to get my cash up

I’m trying to get my gold crown

Young nigga already run the town

Thraxxhouse, nigga it’s goin' down

I’ma show up with real lean

I’ma show up with your girlfriend

And I came back, nigga swerved in

Came back, and I’m throwin money

Cause I just got off tour bitch

Now hey hey, sweetheart

Don’t just go that fast now

Sweetie, listen this is Thraxxhouse

OGG now, Yeah baby

Sock it to me

Do you understand sweetie, this could be life changing decision, now

Now, come here closer baby

Sock it to me!

Yeah baby

Boy you smoking dirt (x4)

My niggas 'bout that high grade

My niggas got that high grade

My niggas 'bout that high grade

I been gone like all day

Aye, 22's on my grey coupe

God damn, everything coming steady

Had to hit the bitch, like, «Hold on

Why the fuck you smoking all that booboo lettuce?»

I’m fucking hoes playing R. Kelly

Now I believe that I can fly (Shit!)

Fuck the rap game

Everyday I’m outside (Aye)

Dropped outta school (Sock it to me)

Bought another tool (Yeah baby)

When you walk in, put it in my hand

Hoe, don’t be rude (Yes Lord)

Now my shows overseas (God damn)

And my bitches is, too (Yee hee)

You sold dreams to the bitch (Aye Aye)

But they never came true (Shit!)

100 bales of that Arizona

Running through them like a marathon

How you get this fucking number, nigga?

Hang up, hit the trap phone

Did a jugg 'round three something

Bounced back with a 20 piece

Hopped out screaming Thraxxhouse

TFM, OGG (Yee Hee)

Boy you smoking dirt (x4)

My niggas 'bout that high grade

My niggas got that high grade

My niggas 'bout that high grade

I been gone like all day