Freshie – Seeing Str8 lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, yeah
D-I-R-T-Y, nigga
Super-duper dirty, nigga, extra dirty, nigga, too much dirt, nigga
Too much dirt on my shoulders, nigga
I'm covered in dirt, nigga, I’m layin' in dirt right now, nigga
I'm playin’ in dirt right now, nigga, hahaha
Fuck you talkin' about?
You already know how we comin'
Haha, fuck, yeah, yeah
Fuck

[Chorus]
Bands inside my pocket, I don't need a bank (Dirty, yeah)
Walk inside the bank and all I see is Frank (Dirty Boy, yeah)
Fuckin' up a check, he broke, I know he can't (Dirty, yeah)
This pistol and my plug, that's all I need to think (Dirty, yeah)
Pockets, they to fat, pockets out of shape (Dirty Boy, yeah)
I mix that Codeine with my soda, I ain't seein’ straight (Dirty, yeah)
Need that money right now, I can’t even wait (Dirty, yeah)
Too many people showin' me love so I can’t even hate (Dirty, yeah)
Too many bitches showin' me love so I can't even date (Dirty, yeah)

[Verse]
I can't wait on you ’cause I hate bein' late (Dirty Boy)
Diamonds on me shinin', blind yo eye like gettin' sprayed with Mace (Dirty)
Pull up in that Porsche, with no roof, like, who tryna race? (Dirty)
This ain't Tom and Jerry, so that pussy, I ain't tryna chase (Dirty Boy)
Hunnids in your face, count it up, I can't leave a trace (Dirty Boy)
Sippin' on this lean, double cup, I feel my heart pace (Dirty)
Pistol like a pencil, draw it out, he'll get erased (Dirty Boy)
Pulled up in that coupe, I dropped the roof like it could get replaced (Dirty)
If it ain't about no money, we can't conversate (Dirty)
Shawty all up on my dick, I think I need some space (Dirty)
All this ice around my neck, I think I need some skates (Dirty Boy)
Watch me pull up on your block, I'm good, I don't need no brakes (Dirty)
Money on my mind so I can't concentrate (Dirty)
I might take a nigga bitch, I might just confiscate (Dirty Boy)
Glockie on my waist, I brought that just in case (Dirty)

[Chorus]
Bands inside my pocket, I don't need a bank (Dirty, yeah)
Walk inside the bank and all I see is Frank (Dirty Boy, yeah)
Fuckin' up a check, he broke, I know he can't (Dirty, yeah)
This pistol and my plug, that's all I need to think (Dirty, yeah)
Pockets, they to fat, pockets out of shape (Dirty Boy, yeah)
I mix that Codeine with my soda, I ain't seein' straight (Dirty, yeah)
Need that money right now, I can't even wait (Dirty, yeah)
Too many people showin' me love so I can't even hate (Dirty, yeah)
Too many bitches showin' me love so I can't even date (Dirty, yeah)

[Outro: dj Topgun]
Yeah, got that dirt on me