Dishes ft. 422 Lyrics

I got pounds in the trash can

Imma do the dishes

Better yet the maid will

A1 clutching on extensions

Twenty-two in the glizzy

Ding Dong

Well who is it

Trap closed

Til further notice

Til this load up out the kitchen

Beat the road down

Knuckles bleeding

Fingers itching

Forgot to mention

You can't ride

Ain't bring no banger with you

Selling coke

In North Dakota

If you want it

You can get it

I cant

AHHHH

Can't keep a bitch to save my life

Is it a curse

Or am I gifted

Baby badder than a fuck

But be dying for attention

In another nigga city

Prolly gave his bitch a dicking

Got to keep it P

Hit one of mine

I ain't tripping

I was fucked up

Need a perc

For every line I was sipping

Then I lucked up

Found a plug

Paid him

And he sent it

Niggas came petty

Really tried to play me over pennies

I feel pain in my stomach

Just saying

I can't forget it

Trap ain't never closed around this bitch

I ain't talking suds and dishes

We got bows around this bitch

OG Lows

Told OG close the door

I'm a pro up in that kitchen baby

I be water whipping

But I do not do no fishing baby

Aint no motion in your spot

You niggas lazy

Daily

I been road running since eighteen

Crazy

Twenty come with switches and extensions

I ain't missing

Niggas sweep you with this stick

I ain't ever superstitious

You got to excuse me

Really how I'm moving

Not just for the music

Brought a K to the block

And taught her how to use it

Bitch I be moving

Grooving

Back in the city

They be usually

Choosing

Back on your bitch

Spray the back on your bitch

I just want her top

Give her back

That's your bitch

Really that

In the shit

And these racks barely fit

I don't fuck with niggas

Because they rats

Make me sick