Текст песни
Won't you bring me somebody? Midnite. Just reach out and touch, Reach out and touch. C. O. Turnt it up. Oh, Blizzout. Won't you bring me somebody? Paper Route five M, Just reach out and touch, Reach out Yeah. Cook that loud for me, nigga. It's a family, not a gang, and not a Gang. Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my Name. Drink in my cup, no Kurt Cobain. Yeah, Block be the name and you know the Whole thing. I made me some millions, they think I'ma change. Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these Chains. Made packs disappear like David Blaine. These bitches be all on my ding-a-ling. I just bought a new blue pinky ring. My heart cold, it's icebox. Number one rule, get that money, man. I got this shit from dope. It ain't no shame up in my game. I'm tryna get it all. This street shit is just not the same. Most of these niggas soft. I just stay out the way and collect my Bread. If you get in my way, you get One in the head. Goyard full of blues, Sippin' on, sippin' on red. Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money. I'll smoke your ass like Craig. I'm a player, I can show you how to Play. Yeah, steppin' on niggas, no pledge. Go to sleep with a chop by the bed. All this ice on me, I need a sled. All this ice on me, I need a sled. Think my bark chain need a coat. Get that money and stack it, you dig? Nobody like being broke. This street shit ain't no joke. Everybody wanna be rich. You gotta get off your ass and get up On your shit. My McLaren the jet. My Maybach is a ship. My pockets keep gettin' fat. It come from all these chips, bitch. Somebody? Run the wood like... Just reach out and touch. Yeah. Hemi boy. Hemi new chops. Him donkey. Yeah. Sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name. Drink in my cup, no Kurt Cobain. Yeah, Block be the name and you know the Whole thing. I made me some millions, they think I'ma change. Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these Chains. Made packs disappear like David Blaine. These bitches be all on my ding-a-ling. I just bought a new blue pinky ring. My heart cold, it's icebox. Number one rule, get that money, man. I got this shit from dope. It ain't no shame up in my game. I'm tryna get it all. This street shit is just not the same. Most of these niggas soft. Won't you bring me somebody? Just reach and touch, reach out and touch. Yeah. Won't you Bring Me somebody? Just reach out and touch, reach out and touch.
Key Glock — Dirt
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