Dirt Dawg - Dirt Nowitzki lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirt Dawg] Grab the mic, grip it tight and speak my mind See I never wanna work, so I'm rappin 9 to 5 The gear on my grind, yea the light to my shine I'm at the year for my pace, I take the blunts to the face f** what's at stake, I'm just keepin' it live You see I fear roller coasters, stay along for the ride I stay paper catchin', never caught up in the drama Goons keep truckin', don't stop, no commas And people say you gotta spend money to make it Stocking cap on my face grab the mic and I'ma take it You can't fake it, swear the kids stayin' busy And b**hes stayin' busy tryna get busy with me Get they Jersey Shore on, yea they wanna smoosh But if we gettin' busy baby gotta shave that bush Smokin' Reggie Bush get my heart beatin' fastly Switch to the Chron, feeling Great like the Gatsby I be after cheese like Burger and the Rats be Get my Lil Boosie on, I'm tryna get nasty Never been the type to trip, naw my feet on the floor But if a hater ever trips, then my feet'll be sore I got a dick for my who*e, got two fists for snitch Erk & Jerk quench my thirst, Purple Haze fix my twitch Can you dig it? Yea, grip my blunt like pliers Roll another gar, and let the piff take me higher [Verse 2: Slank] I'ma country mother f**er, I ride till I die With a blunt up in my mouth and my n***as close by Fly, is me, when I'm gettin' cheddar Never try to test me cause my lyrics like Berettas f** n***a Goon, Squad, Dope