Rrxt - D5 (feat. Sixstxr) Lyrics

I ain't gotta slip a honey just to get her wet
Before the rap was with my gpops, swervin out the vet
Like Kam said, we throwin' holes through your dirty tech
These niggas purpin' for the gram, that's a f*ckin' bet
Heh Cause all niggas got no money
He was laughin' at my brother, tryna find out what was funny
And we got that nigga drop, quit sharing Lo's, you f*ckin' dummy
And he ain't slidin' for his brother, they wrapped that nigga like a mummy
Nah, for real
Tell that nigga Los to go and give his brother gun back
Man, y'all lil' niggas junkies, y'all ain't tryna catch no hat
I been knowin' niggas gay just by the way that boy react
And I been knowin' niggas broke just by the way that nigga act
Lil' broke-ass nigga steady askin' for a slug
Lil' dirty-ass nigga burnin' hoes just because
Thankful that my bitch a dime, you can't even get no hug
If I ever see him out, I'ma ask him what he was
All that dissin' and shit
Man, I been sent my drop, y'all ain't blitzing that bitch
He ain't slide for his brother, he gon' face it with dick
Lil' dirty-ass nigga, you can never up a strip
Lil' dirty-ass nigga, he can never hit my hoe
I said it like a hundred times why he wear his brother clothes
If I catch him out of traffic, he get hit with OVO
His mama said he ain't on shit, man, we know that boy a hoe
When he came out the closet, I was standing' in front row
Sent it to my brother six, like, man, this nigga really slow
All my niggas stayin' on tall business, rain, sleet, or snow
And all my niggas get on ass
Bro keep yo lo I ain't beefin' with no fag
Really need to check on bro heard he almost hashtagged
Said he was back from the dead And I damn near died laughin
Please stop postin' that Lil' three, lil' nigga, you not havin (shit nigga
Yeah, lock all my niggas up a dub
Go check on Lil' T, I heard you take it up the butt
Keep on flexin' that semi, I'ma show your ass a button
Say you was lurkin' on that block, nigga, no, the hell you wasn't
Yeah, and one of yall niggas go to oakland
I pray he make it home so I can beat him there an smoke em
We gon' get up on that los nigga, and leave his body smokin
When I get up on your ass, lil' nigga, you better focus
Nigga, what, I never claimed to be a thug
Still get on yo ass and show a nigga what it was
Only smokin' on exotics, you can't pay me for a bud
Only f*ckin' with the baddest, you can't pay her for a hug
Whole time you couldn't pay at all
I put your ass in debt and make you pay it off
Whole time that nigga gay, he wasn't playin' soft
I finger f*ck arizzy now he dead
And that lil' nigga can't play at all
Yeah, I think my opps need some help
I really want him dead, put them niggas on the shelf
Leave that gay nigga alone, he ain't finna get the belt
What you think, I'm blowin' shroom juan pack
Got my face finna melt
Yeah, I'm mad that he ain't dead
Should've stood over him and shot that nigga in the head
Finna tuck him in some dirt, you ain't finna go to bed
What you think, I'm a lil' durk?
Beefin' on the net, you lil' niggas just f*ckin' fed
Yeah, let this bitch ride out, nigga, come on
Six, bitch, I'm done in this bitch, nigga,