Diirty - COLLIDE!

Man I came in this shit for the bag
Now I'm changing my life so I'm not going back
I swear half of you niggas are wack
You ain't stacking no racks no you ain't in your bag
Man I been killing verses so long but I'm used to this shit so I'm not gonna brag
Man My girl get the waist of a model her pussy so tight like I'm fucking a bottle
They wanna hit me with a brick
But they won't succeed
And it is what it is
They want a taste of her lips
But I'm tasting her lips
What a W yea
Every year I'll catch the bag of the year
Coz I'm the hottest in here
Niggas saying shit we don't wanna hear
I'm in my bag yea

I don't wanna collide
Man I don't wanna fight
I ain't looking for beef
Put away all your pride

I don't wanna collide
Man I don't wanna fight
I ain't looking for beef
Put away all your pride

I want a Jeep and Lamborghini with a Porsche that's parked at the back
I can't wait till I go cop a mansion, coz I spent my whole life in a flat
Shawty stay wet got a cozy kitty and she love how nurture the cat
I should just dress in some all black I'm a legend at giving her bat

Quad bike drifting in the sand
Im in Abu Dhabi getting plaques
I got talent but I'm underrated
And it's facts forget all the stats
4 By 4 Jeep with the windows tinted
Pull up in a Jeep and give you creeps
She so freaky damn my life a porno scene
Doing freaky shit you've never seen

I don't wanna collide
Man I don't wanna fight
I ain't looking for beef
Put away all your pride

They call me Diirty I stay with a choppa
I carry big racks to the mall I'm shopper
Dressed in adidas and balenciaga
You were at the top but you ain't going further
I gave you my flow boy you know I'm your father
Make magic money boy I'm Harry Potter
Came from a country that's always on fire
Left but my music sets people on fire

She gave me top
So I could drop
Your Shawty head the reason that I drop
I gave her dope to stuff in the wall
If you get caught just gimme a call
I cut her off
Then cut her weave
Now I got space
She didn't let me breath
I feel Jerry I got the cheese
Your mans is Tom he fake he a con
Watch as I blow up
Boy I'm the bomb
I might just immigrate straight to Iran
You ain't a thug
You speak but you run
Blow off your head
I'm just having fun

Written by:
Brandon Makanza

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