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Drexthejoint
Drexthejoint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Lyrics
Jorge Luís Ocampo
Jorge Luís Ocampo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Luiz
Jay Luiz
Producer

Lyrics

Huh
It's Drexthejoint, though, huh
(Jay Luiz made it slap)
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt (On a shirt)
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt (On a shirt)
Poppin' all that hot shit, you ain't did nothin'
Police lurkin', they hope a **** out here slip up (Slip up)
All my **** big dogs, y'all **** is some lil' pups (Tuh)
**** scared to slide when it's time like is you in or what? (Is you in, ****?)
**** scared to slide, but I ain't, ain't gotta ask me
I do it for my dead ones, man, long live Ashley (Long live Ashley)
All this shit I did, I swear I should've won a Grammy
The life I live get tricky, that's why I keep a blammy (Blammy)
I do this for my mama, I do this for my sisters
Long live Ashley, I swear to God a **** miss her (Miss her)
After I fuck, she gotta go, man, I dismiss her
The type to break her heart and you the type to try and fix her (****)
Uh, gotta stay focused, I really need to kick back
Sweaty from my sleep 'cause a **** really did that (Did that)
Click-clack, steady tryna push a **** wig back
Break a **** off, huh, somethin' like a Kit Kat (Tuh)
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt (On a shirt)
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt
I'm sorry, mama, this the life that I chose (Sorry, mama)
I should've listened when she told me that your boys ain't your bros (Ain't your bros)
I do this shit for real, y'all **** do it for show
I'll feed him hot shit like he went on the stove (On the stove)
I do this for my big homies, laced a **** right
So what if they whoopin' your ass? You better put a fight (Better fight)
In order to take some risks, you gotta roll the dice
Compare me against no ****, on gang, 'cause we ain't nothin' alike (Ugh)
Free Cray, free Ronz, and free Binks (Free Binks)
The hop-out boys, I'm finna make his body stink (Tuh)
This rap don't work, I guess it's back to bleed a chink
If my brother dies, I'm slidin', I don't even gotta think (Think about it)
It's funny how the game changes, how it works now
**** ain't even like that, them **** turnt down (Turnt)
Been poppin' since a lil' kid, a **** burnt out
That **** was a bitch a year ago, now **** turnt now?
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt (On a shirt)
Uh, we the ones that got the county turnt
Slidin' with chop, I hope a **** don't get blurped (Don't get blurped)
Uh, all my **** known for doin' dirt
Poppin' the hot shit, I'll put you on a shirt (On a shirt)
****
Free Cray, free Ronz, though
Free Binks
Written by: Elvis josue camacho calleja, Jorge Luís Ocampo
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