Dirt mcgerk Songtext
von Kodak Black feat. EST Gee & Lil Crix

Smokin′ on dirt McGerk, it's easy
Ayy, uh

I′ma go change the speed
I'm on cocaine and weed
Smokin' on dirt McGerk
Sippin′ on syrup with Kirk
See, I′m on the lows and highs
I don't play with my nose, I′m lyin'
I stay on my Q′s and P's
I just be gettin′ my B's

I'm bangin′ no B′s and C's
Them crackers done gave me the keys
I got a few mill′, I'm pleased
My nigga, he kill with ease
You run up, you gon′ get blast
I'm movin′ on slowed and fast (fast)


That mean I'm on downs and ups (ups)
Yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck (fuck)
I don′t know what′s in my cup (cup)
I just keep feelin' myself (feelin′ myself)
I just be feelin' myself (feelin′ myself)
I've just been feelin′ myself (feelin' myself)

Yeah-yeah, and I love all my shiners to death
I'm forever off Addys and X
It′s the water, boy, out in exec′
Get aluminum pan off the chef
It's essential when cookin′ this meth
With no mention, shit fuck with my breath
Had me put all my demons to rest
He was dry, he ain't had to get wet

Do the same if you wanna get drenched
I′m so quick with this fin like a fish
I'm so quick with this fin off my hip
Pop a ten, she ain′t fucking me quick (fucking me quick)
Break her heart, then she love me again (love me again)
If you love me, bitch, carry these bricks
I ain't trick, give my junkie a kiss (oh, no)
Help me bring some more customers in


Servin' niggas exotic and Roxy
Got me losin′ a count of these bodies
Big bro gave me piece of the meth
I hear voices, I′m talkin' to death
Run up on me, I′m leavin' ′em stretched
I done made it out, breakin' a sweat
Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, Will, who I′m smokin' on next?
Me and Tazz really Kobe, and Shaq

Add LeBron if you're throwing in Yak
I sent the text, then he turned around
Then I left that boy on his back
I prefer my hoes pretty and black
Baking soda, won′t stick to the crack
Try to run, get shot in the hip
Gun jam, he get beat with the clip

I′m in his grass, waiting outside, but I posted like I'm on a trip
I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag
Police thought I gave him chips (I gave him chips)
I′ve been textin' this junkie like he my friend
Sell me your bottle of ′scripts (sell me the script)
Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh, but crackers ain't catchin′ this whip
Yeah, I put the Benz in cruise

Yeah, nigga, you snooze, you lose
Yeah, that nigga ain't see, green much yet
'Til I pull his ass under my shoes (under my shoes)
Got my opps playin′ Saw, but difference is they dyin′
I don't care what they choose (I don′t care)
Cuh this business, kill that boy
We're really putting shit on the news, on God

I ain′t feeling' lil′ buddy, I'm sorry
Ain't got at least five, we ain′t got nothin′ in common
Movin' in silence, slidin′, con gang, shiners
Vultures, gremlins, goblins
Please, don't bother me how I′m vibin'
It′s a feelin', it's hard to describe it
Mixin′ sixes with Roxys, pop ′em
Ain't doin′ no back and forth, hoopin' and hollerin′

Plus I'm down to pay homage, it′s Dada
It was local, I treat it colossal
I accomplished the mission impossible
Understand that most artists impostors
Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist
Got the snakes, they live down in my garden
Left me fed up when they was just starving
They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water, hey

Put the syrup on the black
So, I don′t burn like that
Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat
Drop-top Maybach
Me and Soto go way back
My strap like dumb-dumb bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it
I put a kit on a coupe

I′m stickin', I′m feelin', you feelin′ me too
I locked the bitch in the room
When I walked in, I caught her stealin' the boot
Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh
I learned on the curb, you can′t get it in school
Put it in, stick it in, ooh
Then roll it, roll, I'm rollin', roll

Trap house jumpin′, I make a hundred more at the corner store
Don′t even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat
I′ve just been doin' my thug
Tatted up, my foot in the slums
I ain′t worried 'bout gettin′ no love
True story, I'm mixin' my drugs

I′m a junkie, I tried everything
All this money, just buyin′ anything
E Murda just gave me an E
These murders been boostin' my geek
I go zoot on Riatta with G
I put boot up in all that I eat
I′ve been livin' off noodles and mollies
I keep losin′ a count of these bodies