George Yung - Dirt Deluxe Lyrics

First up I wake up and I pick my creps
Rub my eyes focalise cause I know what's next
I got twenty tall trees with the steeze
Twenty motherf*cking years in overseas if he flees

Motherf*cker please relax
Take a step back and open up
The car door and don't give up
Try to take it back

Yea well man please shut the f*ck up
I'm tryna tell a story so listen the f*ck up
I'm back in on my way driving shotgun with my partner
On our way to meet jerry lewis and the familly parker
They're some rich motherf*cking hillbillies
Tryna buy mac millies off our trunk with the trees
The funny thing I didn't know my man Jerry Honcho
Big brother to the brother in law with the five-o
Made things complicated
They saw the drugs they got aggravated

I'm looking to my partner like
What the f*ck do you think we should do
They were looking at me now I swear they're looking at you
Like the cool calm motherf*cking gangsta that he is
He said take the motherf*cking guns and the keys

Man I said f*ck that shit
F*ck f*ck f*ck you Jerry

So I took my gun and I lit that shit up
I blasted at Jerry and I f*cked his shit up
I shot his wife and kids and I don't give a f*ck
Cause for money I'll do it all best of luck

You know I didn't really shoot Jerry's wife and kids right
That was just a joke

I got love in my pocket
And your drugs in my wallet
A gun in my jacket
And the need for me to start
To come back and get you
Girl I know I won't forget you
I need to find a place away
From all this crime and play
God damn

Straight back to the scene
The fire's in my eyes I realise
The cries when the motherf*cker dies
But there's one thing I still can't explain
In my brain it seems insane
Jerry got popped over something so lame
As twenty keys of Mary Jane
Twelve shots in his damn brother's head
And me I feel the same about my generation
I've done shit I wouldn't have if it was past the recession
But god damn

That's the sound of my phone
Everytime you call me up
Crying cause I'm gone
Previous to our demise
As the good guys I made
Every misstep I could make
But I was fourteen stacked
With a head full of dreams
And I got stupid then I made
The same mistakes
I made when I was sixteen
Dod damn what a stupid idiot

I got love in my pocket
And your drugs in my wallet
A gun in my jacket
And the need for me to start
To come back and get you
Girl I know I won't forget you
I need to find a place away
From all this crime and play
God damn

I got love in my pocket
And your drugs in my wallet
A gun in my jacket
And the need for me to start
To come back and get you
Girl I know I won't forget you
I need to find a place away
From all this crime and play
God damn