[Intro: Dirty Lu]
I'm dripped in gold from head to toe, I'm a boss
I'm a king, now watch the throne
[Verse 1: Dirty Lu]
I'm stacking dough, I'm real cold, re-re-re-re-real cold
I'm in my zone, pa-pa-pack another cone, take it to the dome
Man, I'm grown, boy, I'm grown, y'all should've known
I take art serious, hold my phone, bitch I made it out the gutter
All alone, when you're talking to me, watch your tone
Cause I really don't be playin' with anybody about it
Shit crowded, fuck all those who doubted, I'm on my Kanye shit
I'm on my Jay-Z, bitch try me, pst, you can't play me
I mean I really don't give a damn, finna take trips to Amsterdam, taking new pics for my Instagram, but fuck it
I'm a business man, I take business serious, that's point blank
Period, gettin' money fast and furious, dropping bombs like
I'm Syrian, it's Dirty Lu season in Vacaville, it's Dirty Lu season
Pop a seal, gon' stack a mill', word up, you know that's for real
Dirty Lu keep that pack for real, don't care how you act or feel
Bitch, I rap to kill and I swear to God, man, I'm killin' this shit
Say what you say, bitch, you feelin' my shit, cause I'm
[Hook: Dirty Lu]
Dri-dri-dri-dripped in GOLD, dripped in gold, dri-dri-dri-dripped in gold, dripped in, dripped in, dripped, dripped in gold
Yeah, dripped in gold
[Verse 2: Dirty Lu]
Oh, "Dirty Lu, he ain't poppin' shit, he can't rap or spit"
Rap or spit? Damn, bruh, you believe that shit? All cause
Some dummies retweet that shit? I'm drippin' in gold in these
Streets from my head to my feet, I'm confident, I don't need
Y'all's acceptance, I don't need y'all's compliments, fuck yo'
Twitters, fuckers tweetin' just to see what kind of response
They get, once I stopped responding, it was obvious, I couldn't
Give two shits, that left them in astonishment, I mean, y'all
Don't get it, do ya? From these raps to these beats, my catalog
A ruler, that's long enough for me to get it all together and sock
It to ya, got friends I lost to coke, while they was spendin' money, I was broke, I don't know them no more, they off xans
All day they on xans, all they talk is xans, y'all need Jesus, y'all
Need yams, I'm off that, it's primetime, don't need that cause
I'm fine, I got trust issues, never roll white paper, just swishers
Everyday I'm on a new mission, yellin' "fuck the system" and all
Their riches, if I had three wishes, I'd say get rid of all their money, clothes, and bitches, but that's just me though
Corporations gettin' rich off of systems that use pistols
On the same day, that same gun is used to kill folks
[Outro: Dirty Lu]
Blacks killed by whites, they don't get to kiss their moms
Goodnight before they see the light
