Zaytoven - Dirty Stick lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Young n***a hit juugs with that dirty stick Watch me scrap the pot (skurt!) with that dirty stick She a bad b**h, finesse you, now she dirty, b**h Oh my god, young n***a I love that dirty stick Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks [Verse 1: Quavo] Young rich n***a keep a dirty a** stick Finesse you out the pair with your [?], thats a dirty b**h Cooking up the pie with that dirty a** stick Pow, pow, pow, gggraow with the dirty stick Whats that in your cup? Man that's that dirty sh**. (Lean!) All my goons go crazy they be on that dirty sh** Ridin' round the city in a dirt a** Benz Had to cut some n***as off, I had some dirty a** friends 32 dirty birds and they white, look like Michael Jackson Try me with the f** sh**, then my animals attack 'em Uncle Sam, had to tax 'em Warren Sapp, quarterback sack 'em Good gas, good cookie, sip the Green Bay I pack 'em [Hook] I'm mobbin', I'm working the pot with them dirty sticks Got bino all up in the pot, whipping up 36 Like Grady and Fred G. Sanford I don't f** with no dirty b**h I lick on the molly and hit that b**h with that metal stick Longway Hefner on a n***a they calling the boy your majesty Them dirty sticks, them dirty sticks, young n***a come blast a b**h You cuffing your b**h, I'm cuffing your b**h We switch and we smash that sh** You talking bout racks, they stuffed in my MCM bag They next to my dirty stick Don't f** with no rat, no snitch, get found in a ditch Get hot with that dirty stick We call for them birds, young n***a with dirty sticks They same what to happen Bird and sh** Got hit with them dirty, dirty sticks and they were finessed by a b**h Slim Dunkin on layup and sh**, 3 amigos along with his sh** Took [?] to serve up a brick, instead of shopping we [?] [Hook] I be playing with them dirty birds like my name Jamaal Pull up, hop out, I valet the Jag and Kamals' Actavis that is my medicine No internet but I'm connected to that white girl, Kevin Federline Takeoff the vegetarian I gotta have my lettuce and celery I'm taking them trips to Beverly I'm strapped with dirty artillery The bando it got a dispensary Lil mama she diggin' she feeling me She told me she want to run round the lobby I gave her a molly and left the club in the Ferrari I'm pouring that dirty, that 40 [Hook]