DIRT - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Southside brought the wave back (Yo)

Hair nappy, need a wave cap (Yo)

Same state where Trae at

That's the reason for the mothafuckin' A$AP

That's MOB, nigga (Naw!)

Why you all dressed up? Why your teeth messed up?

Why you look so lost, nigga? (Hello)

Don't get it twisted, down in the Dirty South

All we do is floss, nigga, that shit lit

Boss nigga, that one me

Ain't got time, can't no nigga take mine

That shit our shit, lose it? No way (Uh, uh, ow!)

I'm over it, I'm over it (Ow!)

I'm on and in and out it (Ow!)

I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous (Ow!)

It hurt to think about it, ow!

[Pre-Chorus: Joba & Kevin Abstract]

I've been riding 'round with my people (Uh, Dirty South)

And I always put it down for my people (Uh, uh, Dirty South)

She ain't ever caught them Southern feels (Uh, dirty south)

But she gon' catch them southern feels

[Chorus: Joba & Kevin Abstract]

'Cause I get it while it's hot

I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock

Swanging through town, banging through town

Let me slow it down as I get my money right

Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus

Finna' hit a lick with my squad

Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff

Take a puff, get buck, feel the Southern love

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann & Joba]

Scumbag from the Lone Star State

Come around here?

You could be the next nigga on The First 48

Niggas run around with a snub .38

Gotta hold it down and protect your 28s

'Cause since 18

Nigga had a dream of that thang on the spokes

Got my mouth froze, got them thangs on the low

Who the fuck spoke?

Don't mind my southern drawl

Got a pocket full of stones for all of y'all

If he up, then watch him ball

Plot to make these niggas fall, shoot through walls

Take they money and they keys

And don't come back without it all

Screaming, "Fuck 'em and we ball"

[Pre-Chorus: Joba & Kevin Abstract]

I've been riding 'round with my people (Uh, Dirty South)

Always put it down for my people (Uh, Dirty South)

She ain't ever caught them southern feels (Uh, uh, Dirty South)

But she gon' catch them southern feels

[Chorus: Joba & Kevin Abstract]

'Cause I get it while it's hot

I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock

Swanging through town, banging through town

Let me slow it down as I get my money right

Got this ice on my wrist, candy-painted Lexus

Finna' hit a lick with my squad

Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff

Take a puff, get buck, feel the Southern love

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Sock tan, pack of 'Ports

Dirty bitch, might double-cup her (Double-cup her)

Smokin' gas on the porch

Guess you could say I'm burning rubber (Burning rubber)

Head is good, so I learn to love her

My dogs talk in numbers

My iPhones got iPhones

So all my friends can talk to me (Hello?)

My flip phone even switch lanes (Ay)

My bitch got that lipstick (Oh!)

Like candy paint, lick it off

Fuck me, then piss me off

Alexis, get my ren' on

Curve me, curve me (On what!)

Bitch don't hit my phone, CUT!

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon & Matt Champion]

Heard everything's supposed to be different 'round here

Gotta make sense of shit 'round here

It's like everybody wanna hit a lick 'round here

Guess I gotta stop giving shits 'round here

Been looking for a sign or some shit 'round here

Grind hard just to get a fuckin' grip 'round here

We don't sit 'round here, big shit 'round here

You a target if you don't fuckin' fit 'round here

Better charge it to the game, nigga (Charge it to the game)

We all going insane, better find a fuckin' lane

Doing digits in a Range, nigga (I don't even got a car)

No guts, no gain, no pain, no fame

We are not one and the same, nigga

I could change your whole life, we don't need no hype

Just to get shit lit for the night

We could set it off on a fuck nigga on sight

[Bridge: Rodney Tenor; with Joba]

Riding, riding, rolling with my Southern niggas

Riding, riding, rolling with my

[Verse 5: Merlyn Wood]

Pushing weight (Moving weight, nigga!)

Got to educate!

Niggas smoking on my scholarship, anhh!

That's a win-win (Mrrmrmwah!)

Allowances off these college kids

BROCKHAMPTON thicker than the Wayans, man

I'm an asshole, run up in su casa

And dun dun dun dun dun da-da dun-dun (Nah, nah)

They deported my uncle (Stop that!)

'Cause he ain't got the papers to prove it (No!)

Mama sent me to that white school (Not Black!)

Prove I could speak like them white kids (No!)

Act like them white kids (What?)

Smoke like them white kids (What?)

Fuck that! (What?)

I'm the all-Black Johnny Cash!