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Dirt On My Boots (feat. Syko Bob)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ayo B
Ayo B
Programming
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Programming
Syko Bob
Syko Bob
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Songwriter
cambrell smart
cambrell smart
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ayo B
Ayo B
Producer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin I got dirt on my boots, I'm tryna wipe them bitches off I done made a mama cry every time I took a loss I get funky, I get stank, smellin' like a fish tank I get funky, I get stank, smellin' like a fish tank I pick my killers over your killers like we playin' big bang I pick my killers over your killers 'cause they all gon' play If you're hungry, bitch, eat, I'ma slang my heat I got dirt on my boot, big steppin' in these streets Matter fact, bitch, I'm stompin', I ain't playin' with no beef I'm with wild dogs, untamed, uncontrolled by the leash Give me the X, I'm gon' eat, show me the freak, I'm gon' skeet Nigga point me to the beast and I'ma leave his brains to his feet Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin You ever hit a nigga close range, got the blood on your shirt? You ever hid behind some bushes just to put him on a shirt? Man, you fuck niggas got no motion, left no blood on his turf I was in juvie, lost my heart when I was snatchin' hoes' purses (Bah) "Get down, lay down," that's what I was screamin' at fifteen Up that bitch, bust that bitch, that's a body on a stick It's a body on a stick, that mean his shit on a stick Hit stick, droppin' top, I'm hangin' out when I spit If I up it, I'm gon' bust it, if I'm clutchin', who gon' touch me? I'll knock a nigga way down, leave him smaller then a greyhound Lil' nigga with big fire, I'm still scorin' touchdowns Nigga bent his ass, get down, and I'm only hundred and sixty pounds Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Beat the block with FNs, screamin', "Fuck it" while I spin Dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin Nigga, dirt on my boot, nigga, blood on my shin I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I'm a killer, but I got killers locked in I got dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin Dirt on my boots, nigga, blood on my shin
Writer(s): Jesus Bobe, Andrew O Brien, Cambrell Smart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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