Done out Ere - Dimzy

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

I don’t care but your bitch gone stare

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

I don’t care but your bitch gone stare

Most of you niggas are dun you tramps

You fucking bums (Scavengers)

Before we spent p’s on designer

We spent p’s on numerous

Got 2 L’s from long time we been drenching

4 door trucks, rambo’s and what?

My young niggas doing up football

He said shooting, scoring is fun

All way eating with my gangnam’s richer?

We want more diamonds and what

Peng ting from qway wanna night with me

She want a day of life in the slums

(But If I roll these Cali, buds on me)

Then I’m sorry man, nuttin’s going on

I don’t do long convos if it ain’t money

I’m gonna lock that off

Stop, you ain’t tryna talk no gwop

Bitch, if you ain’t no job

Larga pack, find a way to make gwop or please be gone

I’m tryna get rich so fast but it’s talking way to long

And she want’s my dick so fast she comes so fast but takes so long

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

(I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear)

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

(I don’t care but your bitch gone stare)

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

(I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear)

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

(I don’t care but your bitch gone stare)

I put my hands on smoke way before I had me a Italian wear

We was running wild niggas

We posed to take down a fuck off bear

Still wild, just Smarkz still target Head, chest, blow your hairs

You don’t wanna see Clickz with a clicker, clicking off over there

(M stepped in with a buss down order mask to get)

Money and war, my 6ixties stay sharp like Gillette

Clips long like baguettes

Mans old school like cassettes

OSG day with a rambo cheffing up, don’t forget

I need my paper thicker even though it’s thick

It can’t go thin

Before rap it was OT scales and cling

A rusty whip, done a million trips

I made serious hits, now young niggas saving up serious cribs

Leg', still gotta make some cash quick

I ain’t ever gonna pause this

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

I don’t care but your bitch gone stare

So much niggas and bitches are dun out ‘ere

If you’re talking ‘bout the trap

And you ain’t even made 10 bags then you’re dun out ‘ere

I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer

Italian wear

We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit

I don’t care but your bitch gone stare