[Intro]
(AALLGODDD made it)

[Chorus: FHN Mook & Diamondsonmydick]
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
Yeah, I'ma hit him with my dirty .30
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, I might hit him with my dirty .30 (What?)
Yeah, yeah, sippin' clean dirty (Diamondsonmydick, bitch, Icy God, n***a, RCB, bitch)

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydick]
Need demon blood, I don't sip Wok
Ice in the cup [?]
Fuck on your bitch, and she give me top
Skrrt-skrrt, brand new drop
Sippin' on Wok, I got the Glock
Pullin' up, and I'll leave holes in your top
Ayy, I need some drop
Ayy, been on the block
Damn, n***a, you know how I came
Icy God, bitch, you know I'm a saint
Pump his ass down and head straight to the bay
Ayy, fuck demon bitch, hold my K
I'm with my n***as, and you know that we straight
Pull up, n***a, I can serve you today
N***as know I put that shit in your hands, your palms
Your arms and fuck with [?]
Fuck your bitch, kiss the guap
Pull up in a brand new drop
Hop out with your bitch
Now n***as lookin' sick, uh
Yeah, n***a, Icy God shit, RCB, n***a
Sippin' clean dirty, clеan dirty
Sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean, uh, got red bеam, ooh
Demon with the stick, magazine
[Chorus: FHN Mook]
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
Yeah, I'ma hit him with my dirty .30
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Sippin' clean dirty, sippin' clean dirty
Yeah, I might hit him with my dirty .30
Yeah, yeah, sippin' clean dirty

[Verse 2: Black Kray]
Sippin' on dirty, but my room stay clean
I'm in the cut with a infrared beam
Goth Money Gang, bitch, you know that's the team
Hop-Hop out the coupe, match the blood on my jeans
Hop in the coupe, and you know I'm gon' speed
Pew-pew-pew, know I'm gon' speed
Coupe real clean, but you know I ride dirty
Pew-pew, gun shine, lights on the .30
Gucci birds, my n***as hold .30's
Post in the paint [?]
Run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
Run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
Soulja'd up, light some blunts up in the trench, ooh
Pew-pew-pew, in the, in the trench, ooh
[Outro]
(Fatality)