Dashiki lyrics

[Intro]
(1st done geeked it up)

[Verse 1]
Not guilty, that was the final verdict
When I was in there fightin' the hill, b*tches was not concerned
All my Glocks got beams and di*ks, I'm kinda perverted
Play with the team and get smoked the only way they gon' learn
You got some money for the Plug, you can get some di*k, b*tch, wait your turn
n*gga wanna walk in my shoes, that's gon' be hell of a journey
I was sellin' drugs on Sesame Street, you n*ggas Ernie
I'll torch a n*gga with this fin, put n*ggas in urns
I'm the dopest in the booth, b*tch, that's for certain
I can get lethal in the booth when I use nouns and verbs
n*ggas tryna beef with the Stincs, you n*ggas got y'all nerve
Diamonds doin' the dance I like, doin' the wildest twerkin'
Give a n*gga a face lift, pull up, hop out, and get surgical
Fans said they need that Plug pack, jump in the crowd and serve you
If I told you I had di*k in your b*tch mouth, that'd hurt you
Pull up and collect a ten band trap, that's what words'll do
I was thuggin' in the trenches, man, you n*ggas had a curfew
Ratchet b*tch on my hip named Dashiki, she'll burn you
I would toe tag and gift wrap you if you make me do it
I'm a real street n*gga, no, I don't hang with Judas
Why I have my di*k on your b*tch mouth? 'Cause she paid me to do it
Blow a n*gga brains to smithereens, that's what gang gon' do
I done walked the three, I'm with gorillas, I done paid my dues
Oh, you had your name in your squad, want the same-ass blues
Keep it stiched lip, don't say nothin', you'll live long
Gave her perky di*k, left the b*tch in a sick coma
I'm smokin' Plug pack, that boof you got got a different odor
I'm known for pourin' lines of Wockhardt in expensive sodas, the Plug
[Verse 2]
Stinc Team the only n*ggas I know be the RICO
In the club with the thugs, n*ggas tuckin' chains like we Deebo
I'll take it all from a b*tch, I'm a freeloader
She gon' put it all in her mouth, she's a meat holder (1st done geeked it up)
Doggin' this b*tch like she an opp, puttin' feet on her
You can get some di*k in a minute, can you stay on your knees longer?
b*tch, your time almost up, but I can't see from these boulders
The Stinc Team all about our dough like we Homer
Gang and them a bunch of big dogs, we Dobermans
Plug be sh*t talkin', need a bottle of Listerene
I can get a broke n*gga removed like Mr. Clean
n*gga can't be hatin' on the Plug sippin' green
Don't move, give it up, n*ggas stripped, this not a dream
Boy, that ain't no opp pack, n*gga, that ain't no Chiefin'
Hey, b*tch, I can give you some flavor, I got some seasonin'
Your baby daddy ain't never got no money off a meet and greet
n*ggas actin' tough on the 'net, they don't be in the streets
This is chess, not checkers, I be movin' strategically
"Ralfy, you too damn old to be beatin' on beats"
Gettin' money, you don't even know how much I seen a week
Plug be droppin' slappers, you really be feedin' the streets
This you f*ckin' with a real L7, your n*gga's a geek, the Plug