Riding Dirty lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck an informer, f*ckin’ told ya, f*ckin’ c*ckroaches
I ain't eyeballing sh*t, nah, it all mine n*gga
I ain’t selling sh*t clean anymore n*gga

[Verse 1]
Man I ain’t eyeballing sh*t I let the scale do it (f*ck that sh*t)
Man I ain’t riding cross the country I let the mail do it (say what)
I know them cops on my chop, But I just sell music
These n*ggas don’t have heart to fight, they’d rather let 12 do it
I’d rather be judged by twelve than carried by six n*ggas (fosho)
I feel like a one man army I got like six clips n*gga
You know one than bout lil pimpin’ n*gga, he never slippin’ n*gga
I come through light up your block like it was christmas n*gga (Wooooho)

[Chorus]
Riding Dirty man they said that I had 9 Birdies, 9 Birdies
Man they tryna’ catch me Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty
Got 2 guns you know I’m Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty, n*gga Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, man them folks so I sent nine birdies
Nine birdies, thats the verdict n*gga, nine birdies, nine birdies n*gga
Man I got this dirty 30, dirty pistol, I’m a motherf*ckin’ dirty n*gga
Dirty n*gga I spent like 80 thousand for Bart Simpson
I was tripping’ then I went and spent a whole million
Whole million yeah I got a whole buncha green bills
Got a fork and I got them bands in them
[Verse 2]
I wish I would catch a n*gga with his hands in it
Find that n*gga dead with his f*ckin’ pants in it
Send a box to ya papa with a hundred grand in it
He came back in the north he fill with them PT’s in it
That gucci gas man you ain’t gon have a seed in it
That gucci gas man you ain’t gon have a seed in it
I’m sittin’ on top of Bentley you know I’m sippin’ (sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
Pour some lean on her titties now they sticky (sticky, sticky, sticky)

[Chorus]
Riding Dirty man they said that I had 9 Birdies, 9 Birdies
Man they tryna’ catch me Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty
Got 2 guns you know I’m Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty, n*gga Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, man them folks so I sent nine birdies
Nine birdies, thats the verdict n*gga, nine birdies, nine birdies n*gga
Man I got this dirty 30, dirty pistol, I’m a motherf*ckin’ dirty n*gga
Dirty n*gga I spent like 80 thousand for Bart Simpson
I was tripping’ then I went and spent a whole million
Whole million yeah I got a whole buncha green bills
Got a fork and I got them bands in them