Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out the Dirt, artist - Jay Critch. Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Out the Dirt |
| Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt |
| I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb |
| Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst |
| You better act right, we attackin' 'em first |
| We was trappin' out, rappin' up first |
| I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me |
| That’s why I got all these tools |
| They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me |
| That shit had me confused |
| I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Actin' like they came up with niggas |
| Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands |
| I bet .40 still slump a nigga |
| You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate |
| Where you eatin'? |
| We’re hungry niggas |
| Need some food, brodie, give me my own plate |
| Run it up, or they’ll punch you, nigga |
| Keep it cool soon as he ready to flex |
| .30s ready to crunch a nigga |
| And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check |
| Had to pull up and stunt on niggas |
| I was plottin', I ain’t have a option |
| Can’t pick one bitch, I got options |
| My city lookin' like Gotham |
| Think he a hero 'til .30s come rob him |
| Took a plate for free, I’m baggin' up KDs |
| Tell the hood to come cop 'em |
| I was makin' cheese before I was eighteen |
| And nobody could stop 'em |
| Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt |
| I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb |
| Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst |
| You better act right, we attackin' 'em first |
| We was trappin' out, rappin' up first |
| I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me |
| That’s why I got all these tools |
| They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me |
| That shit had me confused |
| I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Actin' like they came up with niggas (Ayy) |
| Even if we put these .40s down (Baow), and we shoot their hands (Ayy) |
| I bet .40 still slump a nigga (Ayy) |
| Don’t let me up a nigga (Don't let me up a nigga) |
| Them niggas comin' if I push a button, nigga (Baow) |
| Dyke bitch (Dyke bitch), we don’t fuck with niggas (Nah) |
| I pull up on 'em with a bunch of niggas (Skrrt) |
| If them niggas opps, then we snuffin' niggas (Snuffin' niggas) |
| Frontin' (Frontin'), they frontin' with you (Frontin' with you) |
| She ask what I do, I say, «Nothin', nigga,"uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Face fuck for ignition, I don’t have to touch it, nigga (Nah) |
| Fivi' (Fivi'), I’m somethin', nigga (I'm somethin') |
| (Ayy, look, bitch) I did it perfect (Perfect, perfect) |
| When I pieces to the puzzle, it started workin' |
| Ayy, uh (Uh), they sent the addy and we started lurkin' (Ayy) |
| Lookin' for 'em (Lookin' for 'em), searchin' (Searchin') |
| It’s Fivio Foreign, don’t curve him (Uh) |
| She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy) |
| She saw me and started twerkin' (Ayy, ayy) |
| Uh (Uh), nigga throw shade, it hurts him (It hurts him, uh, lil' bitch) |
| But he’s not a regular person (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Fuck a scholarship, I’ll go get a bag up out of the dirt |
| I’m never into the politics, I’m a young boss nigga |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| And I got my cash right, then got back in my 'Burb |
| Stop that hatin' shit, that be the worst |
| You better act right, we attackin' 'em first |
| We was trappin' out, rappin' up first |
| I did a whole lotta dirt and that shit might come back to me |
| That’s why I got all these tools |
| They tellin' lies on my name, thinkin' it won’t get back to me |
| That shit had me confused |
| I did a whole lotta dirt, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Actin' like they came up with niggas |
| Even if we put these .40s down, and we shoot their hands |
| I bet .40 still slump a nigga |