Rob Vicious - Dirty lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious] You pulled a nine, I pulled an Uzi, n***a I can't run from you I pour a nine, you pour a two, that's junkie loss, can't f** with you Pull up on them thirty-twos, I'm gettin' head but from your boo Spill my lean on PRP's, lil b**h I wear a thirty-two Geeked up, rollin' up off them beans, was never into poppin' blues f** n***a sneak up on my team, we pull up bustin' shots at you Shawty say she f**ed lil Rob and s**ed me, that's impossible How this b**h your b**h, she s** my dick but don't give top to you [Chorus: Fenix] In the Sprinter van with dirty sticks, count 'em all a dirty b**h Drivin' off three percocets, Gucci, I rock furs and sh** Hundred bands, we splurgin' sh**, these n***as ain't hurt and sh** We pop out with thirty sticks, need that pack cost thirty-six He want the dope, I won't front it VVS on me, they jumpin' I booked a flight out in London Run through this money like nothin' Sprinter van with dirty sticks, count 'em all a dirty b**h Drivin' off three percocets, Gucci, I rock furs and sh** [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] Goddamn Rob, you really vicious Still sell rock, go ask that n***a I don't need no f**in' hitter Pay myself, go whack that n***a I say smoke and pop at n***as b**h check in my backpack n***a Heard you talkin' smack back n***a Pay myself, go whack that n***a It's shooters on my payroll They young and dumb and they go I'm f**in' up this Play-dough Jugg-N-Out just like Kato Free Ketchy and free Sayso Free Foster and free Fosho Watch when these n***as come home Still walk 'round with my gun on [Chorus: Fenix] In the Sprinter van with dirty sticks, count 'em all a dirty b**h Drivin' off three percocets, Gucci, I rock furs and sh** Hundred bands, we splurgin' sh**, these n***as ain't hurt and sh** We pop out with thirty sticks, need that pack cost thirty-six He want the dope, I won't front it VVS on me, they jumpin' I booked a flight out in London Run through this money like nothin' Sprinter van with dirty sticks, count 'em all a dirty b**h Drivin' off three percocets, Gucci, I rock furs and sh**