Kodak Black, EST Gee, Lil Crix - Dirt McGerk Lyrics

Smokin' on Dirt McGerk and Steve
Ayy, uh

I'ma go and change the speed
I'm on cocaine and weed
Smokin' on Dirt McGerk
Sippin' on syrup with the Perc'
See I'm on the lows and highs
I don't play with my nose, I'm lyin'
I stay on my Q's and P's
I just be gettin' my B's
I'm bangin' no B's and C's
Them crackers done gave me the keys
I got a few mill', I'm pleased
My nigga, he kill with ease
You run up, you gon' get blast
I'm movin' on slowed and fast (fast)
That mean I'm on downs and ups (ups)
Yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck (fuck)
I don't know what's in my cup (cup)
I just keep feelin' myself (feelin' myself)
I just be feelin' myself (feelin' myself)
I've just been feelin' myself (feelin' myself)

Yeah, yeah, and I love all my Shiners to death
I'm forever off Addies and X
It's the water boy out in exec'
Get aluminum pan, I'm the chef
It's essential when cookin' this meth
Wasn't no meausurin', shit fuck with my breath
Had me put all my demons to rest
He was dry, he ain't had to get wet
Do the same if you wanna get drenched
I'm so quick with this Fin like a fish
I'm so quick with this Fin off my hip
Pop a ten, she ain't fuckin' me quick
Break her heart, then she love me again
If you love me, bitch, carry these bricks
I ain't trick, give my junkie a kiss
Help me bring some more customers in

Servin' niggas exotic and Roxy
Got me losin' a count of these bodies
Big bro gave me piece of the meth
I hear voices, I'm talkin' to death
Run up on me, I'm leavin' 'em stretched
I done made it out, breakin' a sweat
Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, Will, who I'm smokin' on next?
Me and Tazz really Kobe and Shaq
Add LeBron if you throwin' in Yak
I sent the text, then he turned around, then I left that boy on his back
I prefer my hoes pretty and black
Baking soda, won't stick to the crack
Try to run, get shot in the hip
Gun jam, he get beat with the clip
I'm in his grass, waitin' outside, but I posted like I'm on a trip
I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag, police thought I gave him chips
I've been textin' this junkie like he my friend, sell me your bottle of 'scripts
Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh, but crackers ain't catchin' this whip
Yeah, I put the Benz in cruise
Yeah, nigga, you snooze, you lose
Yeah, that nigga ain't see grimace yet so I put his ass under my shoes
Got my opps playin' Saw, but difference is they dyin'
I don't care what they choose (I don't care)
Cuh, this business, kill that boy, we really puttin' shit on the news, on God

I ain't feelin' lil' buddy, I'm sorry
Ain't got least five, we ain't got nothin' in common
Movin' in silence, slidin'
Con Gang, Shiners, vultures, gremlins, goblins
Please don't bother me high, while I'm vibin'
It's a feelin', it's hard to describe it
Mixin' sixes with Roxys, pop 'em
Ain't doin' no back and forth, hoopin' and hollerin'
Plus I'm down to pay homage, it's Dada
It was local, I treat it colossal
I accomplished the mission impossible
Understand that most artists impostors
Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist
Garter snakes, they live down in my garden
Left me fed up when they was just starvin'
They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water

Put the syrup on the black
So I don't burn like that
Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat
Droptop Maybach
Me and Soto go way back
My strap got dumb-dumb bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it
I put a kit on a coupe
I'm stickin', I'm feelin', you feelin' me too
I left the bitch in the room
When I walked in, I caught her stealin' the boot
Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh
What I learned on the curb, you can't get it in school
Put it in, stick it in, ooh
Then roll it, roll, I'm rollin', roll
Trap house jumpin', I make a hundred more at the corner store
Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat
I just been doin' my thug
Tatted up, my foot in the slugs
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' no love
True story, I'm mixin' my drugs
I'm a junkie, I tried everything
All this money, just buyin' anything
E Murda just gave me an E
These murders been boostin' my geek
I go zool on Riatta with G
I put boot up in all that I eat
I've been livin' off noodles and mollies
I keep losin' a count of these bodies