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Performed By: Dirko
Length: 3:12
Written by: Raji Williams




Dirko - Official Lyrics
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Nigga yeen official
You got jammed an you took yo mans witcha
Niggas cappin they just in it for the pictures
You a hitta so I'll let these bullets hitcha
We On a opp block f*cking all they hoes too
Pistol toating smoking gas at they store too
Sold my first 2 zips an bought a pole too
Want ya bitch back nigga here she go , move
Last valentines I told her I wanted a brick
Bank scamming treat them cards like a lick
Nigga a empty his whole clip bout a bitch
Choke him out go in n pocket he won't do shit
Winter time nigga slide you know how we get
Make ya get ya whole gang like I'm IT
Duck tape a clip together then I switch em
They gone think we up north take his kicks huh
They gone think we making beats these hoes get kicked out
They gone think I'm army trained nigga get picked off
Ian riding wit ya nigga yeen gone do nun
Imma creep on nigga grass like we deer hunting
This gun scare a nigga ass like it's Halloween
F*ck her for a couple hours then I order wings
Up a pistol on a nigga that I got for free
I got sentenced for my birthday I was 17
Loose lips sink ships shoot him in his teeth
Ion give a f*ck if I did it tell em it wasn't me
Take ya chain give it back nigga imma keep it
Say he got a BOA tell em holla at keepit
Nigga say he otw tell him imma meet him
Yo big homie broke nigga how is he a leader
Ian friendly i be clutching ion f*ck wit people
Paranoid nigga I'm shell like a pair of adidas
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Nigga yeen official
You got jammed an you took yo mans witcha
Niggas cappin they just in it for the pictures
You a hitta so I'll let these bullets hitcha
We On a opp block f*cking all they hoes too
Pistol toating smoking gas at they store too
Sold my first 2 zips an bought a pole too
Want ya bitch back nigga here she go , move
Last valentines I told her I wanted a brick
Bank scamming treat them cards like a lick
Nigga a empty his whole clip bout a bitch
Choke him out go in n pocket he won't do shit
Winter time nigga slide you know how we get
Make ya get ya whole gang like I'm IT
Duck tape a clip together then I switch em
They gone think we up north take his kicks huh
They gone think we making beats these hoes get kicked out
They gone think I'm army trained nigga get picked off
Ian riding wit ya nigga yeen gone do nun
Imma creep on nigga grass like we deer hunting
This gun scare a nigga ass like it's Halloween
F*ck her for a couple hours then I order wings
Up a pistol on a nigga that I got for free
I got sentenced for my birthday I was 17
Loose lips sink ships shoot him in his teeth
Ion give a f*ck if I did it tell em it wasn't me
Take ya chain give it back nigga imma keep it
Say he got a BOA tell em holla at keepit
Nigga say he otw tell him imma meet him
Yo big homie broke nigga how is he a leader
Ian friendly i be clutching ion f*ck wit people
Paranoid nigga I'm shell like a pair of adidas
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Writer: Raji Williams
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