Lyrics About the Dutch - Woodie Smalls

About the Dutch

Putting dykes in the clip
For them niggas that be hollering but still won’t play my shit (yeah)
Get some Ray-Ban glasses just to cover up my face
Imma travel the world
So Imma need some Gucci skates
Mixing fries with the shakes (whoo)
And all we do is bust my nigga we never get afraid (nah)
So we it ain’t never no confusion (yeah)
If you wanna get it cousin
And you gotta stay lifted is y’all even rolling up?
(smoke!)
It’s for the cheese with the Dutch
I got the chips on my plate (plate)
But y’all niggas mad broke so you could not understand (nah)
And I’m lifted to this sky high five to the moon (waddup)
We gon' do it overnight cause the money comes at noon
Boy you slipping why you tripping?
(yeah)
Lots of niggas with my position
And we tagged upon the wall like we what’s up (Woods)
Is you bout to roll up?
Them niggas got them trees and we finna kush up it’s the Dutch (Dutch)
Follow my lead because I’m 'bout to roll up (roll up)
Step in the game just to remember my name, it’s insane
How we be rooming the game
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(yeah)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(yeah)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me
So pass the Dutch
Preach to a new day
I see these cameras and I say hey
To the ladies that be swimming by the pool
I’m always looking like a fool, abort mission
When I’m dribbling with the ball it’s transition
Man I’m tryna get my message spread out
Who let the birds out?
These niggas they be tripping 'bout the words that’s coming out my mouth
Straight dirty like ya momma’s couch
9−1 gets the money what you talking 'bout?
Now take a peek like Mussolini with the camera
I want my money fat, sorry coach I got no stamina
My life is like a pretty little motherfucker
And when we make it we gon' look out for each other let the covers be blown
And let my scars be shown
I’m getting dizzy with the Rascal
My life is going pretty fast throw your regulator (Ayo wassup)
Count these bitches it’s a hassle
Walking through the aisle with a motherfucking passport bitch
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(yeah)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(yeah)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(yeah)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me (on me)
So pass the Dutch (yeah)
Why you looking homie?
(homie)
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me
So pass the Dutch
Pass the Dutch
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me
So pass the Dutch
Why you looking homie?
Pass the Dutch
Complaining 'bout the size cause it’s all on me
So pass the Dutch