DirtBikeRon - Commissioner

Ah, yeah, UBT, bitch, 215, DBR
Why these niggas stay actin' hella funny
Ha ha, these niggas broke as hell, they can't get no money
Ba ba, we shooting at the Opps, they jumping like bunnies

You gon have rainy days, but some gon be sunny
He see me in public, we made that lil' boy just stand still
I got the 8th of the Za, you see me posted out Blair Mill
Ah, where the Wockhardt, I might pour a ten mil

I know this lil' fake plastic bitch, she wear tin heels
Damn this lean hella Slimy, this shit like a seal
My bro, Hella Slimey, catch a body, finna call up Sil
We ship the bowls out local, watch the package seal

I fried with this bitch, we on a date, I gave her daffodils
He played dead so many times, like, what the hell
Do it for the dogs in the cell, I gotta make that bail
The judge throwing' charges at my people, they outta pocket

They send them years all the way up, that shit like a rocket
How we takin' off Pussy nigga tryna slide on DBR
You stupid, Ima break you off
In that V8, you see me going' fast, see me stabbing' off

Hating ass nigga, stay munching', got the jabber jaws
I'm punching in back-to-back, I need some oxygen
You know Ron, animated when he off naproxen
Ah, this rap shit like work, you gotta clock in

We in the DBA in the stu, bitch, we locked in
Fuck it, I tell the gang, just ball, John Stockton
She call me Santa Claus, I'm, oh my God
She call me Santa Claus, how I'm stuffing' up her stocking

Tryna come and lay that shit in my paint, I finna block it
Flexing' fake Pape, you don't got no Pape, you need to stop it
She making' melodies every time that she drop it
Don't fuck around with me, I might pop you in your socket

If the pack look like platy, man, I'm not gonna cop it
When I say this shit, platy mean its platinum
Go get UPT and GMF, they gon' attack him
Like we going' on a vacation, we Finna pack him

High in the sky, eyes really Asian, I'm just relaxing
And niggas saying' that I spoil, but I'm not, though
I just freestyle, I run every beat, let's go toe to toe
These Philly niggas sliming, niggas out better, watch the door

Why they turn the city to Armageddon, I just gotta go
I just gotta go, and I'm calling Dave, he got the nine, he finna hit your frow
You see the crowd, they throw their hands up, man, they love the show
And I can make the bag back fast, why these niggas slow

Fuck, they didn't know, and this beat hella hard, I gotta show aggression
The bullets gon' cut your stomach up, this a C-section
I can walk down the block by myself, I don't need protection
When you fuckin' on them whore ass smuts, you better use protection

Cause these bitches out here burning niggas
Why these niggas out flashing' guns, they gotta learn to trigger
You see me in the big monster truck, its like the grave digger
Hit this bitch from the back, it's hella fat, damn, it's getting' bigger

All rise, D.B.R., the commissioner
I'm on the dirt bike, you hear the motor, we on Michener
If you call your bitch, you see that I'm over, I like Dicking her
You see us getting over, counting up stacks, different integers

Shit, I'm sweating, I don't think a fan can cool me off
I'm in the 1969 RT, you hear the loud exhaust
And if you wanna trap a pack, you better buy it raw
Damn, my head hurt from spitting' all these bars, I need some Tylenol

Written by:
Dirt Bike Ron

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