Dirtbag (feat. Wyatt Parker & Futon) Video (MV)

I know you don't really care for music, do you?
Rolled up lifted F-150 bumping Future
Preach my secrets to the choir, Hallelujah
Hid the secret chord somewhere on my computer
We used to talk more serious
But then I f*cked it up
F*cked her on her period
She said she needed love
Smoke til I'm delirious
Need more wine in my cup
Just might cry with 20 sluts
Until the sun is coming up
She said "Baby, why your pockets full of dead PMs"
She been having doubts, we met in the DMs
Oops, did it again
Didn't mean to tweet my sins
Oops, did it again
Brought her back to East Van
Oops, broke the bank twice
Why'd I stay up all night
Bury me in sunshine
Guess I'm doing alright
Oops, broke the brake light
Red flags, red lights
Red wine, that's hitting nice
Twenty-twenty hindsight
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind on a vert ramp
Grind on your girlfriend, oops you don't deserve that
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind like it's worth it
Money brown like Werthers, curse you out in cursive
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind on a vert ramp
Grind on your girlfriend, oops you don't deserve that
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind like it's worth it
Money brown like Werthers, curse you out in cursive
Twenty-something f*ck up
With a girl who's stuck up
Break it down and bust up
Police tryna fuss us
I slipped out the back
Cuz I had the pack
Won't go down like that
Plus shorty ass is fat
And tonight I'm hitting that
Got a one track mind
So where the plug is at
Yea he wasting my time
Spending time like money
And money like it's nothing
Missed the family dinner
But save me some stuffing
Missed a call from lawyer
These rules made to break (They broke)
Too much on my plate (It broke)
Opa! break the plate (It broke)
My whole damn life been five minutes late
Her top game is Kirby
That's my dirtbag, that's my fate
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind on a vert ramp
Grind on your girlfriend, oops you don't deserve that
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind like it's worth it
Money brown like Werthers, curse you out in cursive
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind on a vert ramp
Grind on your girlfriend, oops you don't deserve that
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind like it's worth it
Money brown like Werthers, curse you out in cursive
Thirty-something dirtbag
Steady tryna make a bag
Crying my way to the bank
Laughing on a hand-to-hand
"You should get a real job"
Quoting all my real opps
Lost in who you thought I was
Phantom of the Opera
Poppin in a parasol
I'm too way ahead of ya
You walking I'm skating off
Smoke until I'm nodding off
I'm so selfish, I want you all to myself
I don't wanna share you, see you with nobody else
Hectic and possessive, leave all your possessions
Smoke until I'm over us, watching as it plays out
Don't think I deserve that, heart taking a dirt nap
Skip me over like a track
You my drug, you leaving tracks
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind on a vert ramp
Grind on your girlfriend, oops you don't deserve that
Twenty-something dirtbag, grind like it's worth it
Money brown like Werthers, curse you out in cursive