Dirko - Folks (feat. ABK Goonie) Lyrics

He might not be able to say it, but I'm going to say it, all right
The man got some, uh, are they murder charges or attempted murder charges
Murder charges
Murder charges, straight up
Okay, can you talk about what's going on with that
Oh, little shit, small shit to a giant
Shit that I can't, you know what I'm saying, get over
Okay
You know what I mean, whatever
But, shit happens
Shit happens
Ay, Rick and Thad
Ahhhh , yeah
You can't pull up where we be at, you know that's member only
Pop the shooter pop his man's an pop they big homie ass too ,
Keep that shiesty , keep them gloves , so they won't know who did it
Whenever they drop, you keep the score, you got to know who winning
When we slide, you know I Curtis Jackson keep a 50
We ain't trippin' bout none of these hoes, you know I keep it pimping
Right or wrong, I'm with my brother, you know you good folks
I be creepin' on all my drills, you know I get low
I be creepin' on all my drills, I might just left eye me a nigga
I ain't heard about ya , I don't know about ya , I don't give a f*ck cause we bigger
I can't say your name in my songs cause ABK gone get up with you
You can't make no type of threats against the mob, cause that's a issue
You can't even mention my name inside no robbery , I'ma think that's fishy
Bitches watch when I walk in they be like ouuuu he think he ricky
Player props, bet on Dirk against the shot, im givin' up 50
Told my son, he gotta stand on both his feet when he ain't with me
Swang the Glock, shorty, pop it or , get popped, shorty
We got bullets, nigga, having shit in stock, shorty
I ain't listenin' to no nigga tellin' his murder stories
Your man's got shot in his face, you ain't get no murder for it
You can't pull up where we be at, you know that's member only
Pop the shooter pop his man's an pop they big homie ass too ,
Keep that shiesty , keep them gloves , so they won't know who did it
Whenever they drop, you keep the score, you got to know who winning
When we slide, you know I Curtis Jackson keep a 50
We ain't trippin' bout none of these hoes, you know I keep it pimping
Right or wrong, I'm with my brother, you know you good folks
I be creepin' on all my drills, you know I get low
I run with some creeps niggas, gon' lay round when the motion out
I come from a land where niggas laying to hear a
Vulture cry, gon' chop his head neck pokin' out
Beams on that boy like polka dots fall in the spot just to the scope it out
Throw back three, I'm focused now , can't fight the
Switch Drac choke him out, I catch my opp no holdin' out
Give a f*ck if they rode or not, I'm with the mob , hoe no you not
Door man nigga control the spot, I'm with the young niggas, patrolling block
The nigga behind the mask , got him shocked , triple beat a double , double down on them Glocks
Real deal stepper these niggas they not ,
Slidin' on em , droppin' em watchin' them rot
Wise word, don't come back to the block
Them demons trim, they be sniffing em out
Drac make that boy offer sallah
Gone chop his hand , it get caught in the pot
A witness, these nigga neighborhood watch , gon' witness
We gon' make your neighborhood hot
On gang
You can't pull up where we be at, you know that's member only
Pop the shooter pop his man's an pop they big homie ass too ,
Keep that shiesty , keep them gloves , so they won't know who did it
Whenever they drop, you keep the score, you got to know who winning
When we slide, you know I Curtis Jackson keep a 50
We ain't trippin' bout none of these hoes, you know I keep it pimping
Right or wrong, I'm with my brother, you know you good folks
I be creepin' on all my drills, you know I get low