Dirty Tay Way 2 Playa Lyrics

[Hook 1: Dirty Tay]

Bitch try to lay in my bed with her clothes on
I'm Way 2 Playa so I ain't let that go on
I'm taking her phone cause I'ont know what this hoe on
Bitch piped up like she don't know them Dirty Tay songs
So I'm dodging these hoes cause I got a reputation
My bitch piped up out of town on vacation
She all on a island, she ain't doing nothin basic
I know that they hatin, praying I'ont make it
Trap beating hard we got bags, three thousand
And my dog wiggin out, make me think he on powder
If you thinking shit sweet, on god it's going sour
See I been being humble, I ain't pop my collar
Ran through the whole gram, probably hit every follower
I put the Glock up and I brought my choppa
I'm a lil ass nigga but a big ass problem
If it go down, Imma die for my patna

[Verse 1: Dirty Tay]

I'm really 4PF, I ain't serving no more
Shark in the water, make my son a piranha
Run that money up and take care of my momma
Imma show em how to hustle, take care of my patna
My bros in here, that's bout 10 gunners
Everytime the pack gone I get a brand new number
Still running with the sack, hell nah I ain't fumble
I say what I say, hell nah I'ont mumble
Finna pop my shit cause I'm tired of being humble
The draco hold a hundred and I run with some gunners
Change up the whip, they can't see how I'm coming
My grandma hating the hood love me in Conley
Niggas be hatin and they bankroll be folding
Down the road on lean, nigga not drinking bogus
I can't f*ck with no hoes, they ain't got no motion
The streets raised me, I ain't got no emotion
[Hook 2: Dirty Tay]

Bitch try to lay in my bed with her clothes on
I'm Way 2 Playa so I ain't let that go on
I'm taking her phone cause I'ont know what this hoe on
Bitch piped up like she don't know them Dirty Tay songs
So I'm dodging these hoes cause I got a reputation
My bitch piped up out of town on vacation
She all on a island, she ain't doing nothin basic
I know that they hatin, praying I'ont make it Trap beating hard we got bags, three thousand
And my dog wiggin out, make me think he on powder
If you thinking shit sweet, on god it's going sour
See I been being humble, I ain't pop my collar
Ran through the whole gram, probably hit every follower
I put the Glock up and I brought my choppa
I'm a lil ass nigga but a big ass problem
If it go down, Imma die for my patna

[Verse 2: Coldheartedsavage]

I been laying back, I been stacking my dough
f*ck with homicide, since a child been a problem
Don't need no stylist
Bitch I be dripped up
Come through my block and that shit gone get hit up
Try to take a chain and that lil boy got hit up
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah
Oh you got them bags?
Nigga what you want for em, tell me a price and I swear Imma pay for em
Niggas ain't with it
Show me you with it
I'm done playing, I hop out with that glizzy
I done bossed up and I'm handling my business
Me, Dre, and G Five putting in work in that kitchen
Name a bitch I ain't hit, man I run through these bitches
Screaming f*ck 6ix9ine, why y'all praising these snitches
Know I don't got time, bitch my rolly ain't tickin
If she get in my bed, guaranteed Imma hit it
[Hook 3: Dirty Tay]

Bitch try to lay in my bed with her clothes on
I'm Way 2 Playa so I ain't let that go on
I'm taking her phone cause I'ont know what this hoe on
Bitch piped up like she don't know them Dirty Tay songs
So I'm dodging these hoes cause I got a reputation
My bitch piped up out of town on vacation
She all on a island, she ain't doing nothin basic
I know that they hatin, praying I'ont make it
Trap beating hard we got bags, three thousand
And my dog wiggin out, make me think he on powder
If you thinking shit sweet, on god it's going sour
See I been being humble, I ain't pop my collar
Ran through the whole gram, probably hit every follower
I put the Glock up and I brought my choppa
I'm a lil ass nigga but a big ass problem
If it go down, Imma die for my patna