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Featuring Bo Deal & Lil Durk (Intro) These niggas out here man, they be talkin man Twitter thugs, Instagram thugs Better you bet you can't, your face hurt nigga You can't come to the hood nigga Not here, not anywhere (Hook x2) My face clean, yo face dirty My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty My trap clean, yo trap dirty My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty (Verse) My face clean, my trap clean These haters on my dick like crack fiends It's Fresh Gang I'm getting money Dropped beast mode, now they love me I'm sud up, I ain't got no words Money long, I ain't got no words My bitch clean, she sit and talk 32, she sit and talk No money in the streets, they all sketchy Everybody say they real but they all snitchin SongtexteFuck this G code, they all lie Cause keep sellin but I'm not blind Yall started from the bottom, yall still there Fuck nigga ways cause you know well Yea I'm ridin dirty, I'm ridin clean I still made it, my face clean My house clean, yo house dirty My money clean, yo money dirty My block clean, yo block dirty It's Fresh Gang, we coming, pussy (Hook x2) My face clean, yo face dirty My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty My trap clean, yo trap dirty My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty (Verse) My bitch clean, my whip clean I went to the Audi hoe when I was 15 I've been flexin, bluntin shit since I was 16 5 star universal, what that shit mean? That mean I ran shit, by floor Plugged like a mic chord All my young niggas blow and dance like night court Catch me in the club, money long, I'm like hi, whore Way I'm livin lavish and if something niggas die for it Yea, this money pussy niggas cry for it But if you want drama, bring it on, you in the right store It's cold deal, they playin my team We clean, ball in Chicago, I ran that scene (Hook x2) My face clean, yo face dirty My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty My trap clean, yo trap dirty My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty (Verse) That mac clean with that 9 drills He spot down in that 30 Run nigga quick but I'm down 30 To my nigga Law with a half a 30 All black Benz, that's the Master 30 Savage niggas with me so I ain't worried Money over bitches so I ain't worried I need pots Don't come around if it's too dark My young nigga on that spot Headshot, don't like that leg shot, come they be shot Got them killers with me, I keep them hitters with me just to turn up Cross me while them killas with me, they be leavin burnt up Both niggas be talkin like school to say nigga count up Rollie on me 1000 but frankly so nigga count up 100 bands, ain't 100 for my parents, Rob me, take a chance If he take this chance then a choppa takin off his hands (Hook x2) My face clean, yo face dirty My bitch clean, yo bitch dirty My trap clean, yo trap dirty My bricks clean, yo bricks dirty Aus Songtexte Mania