[Refrain: Dirashi]
I can't feel my face
Boy I'm on a 3 peat
I swear I am not the one who's fake
Thats the ones you used to see me with
I learned from my mistake
Now I flip a CD
For the homies back in Indy state
I'm tryna fuck on Dreezy

[Chorus: Dirashi]
Boy I'm blunt as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
My lungs erode
I smoke all out the bowl and have an asthma attack
We put in work
Dreads on my n***a Kirk
He keep that hammer packed
That gun go Bdiing
That's an east side ting
Feel like Baka Trav
I'm high as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
I’m feeling me
She has double D
I go and attack
That ass is fat
She go bring me back
To her crib I smash
Then I Tay-K dash
Out of her home
Pass to bro Like Nash
[Verse 1: Dirashi]
She gold diggin' so I leave her wondering like Stevie
I leave all that fuck shit for the birds, she a kiwi
But I cannot complain when I palm her ass like KeKe
And my brother stay gettin' laid but he still toting that fifi
I don't remember you I don't wave
That's so you know that I'm not fake
I see all these n***as tryna surf my wave
Y'all can barely slide the sand by a lake, yuh yuh yuh
I just fucked my bitch down to Lil Boat 2
I remember when you played us in high school
Now you all up in my face n***a you a joke too
You like Tiger you a woods to me, we will smoke you

[Chorus: Dirashi]
Boy I'm blunt as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
My lungs erode
I smoke all out the bowl and have an asthma attack
We put in work
Dreads on my n***a Kirk
He keep that hammer packed
That gun go Bdiing
That's an east side ting
Feel like Baka Trav
I'm high as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
I’m feeling me
She has double D
I go and attack
That ass is fat
She go bring me back
To her crib I smash
Then I Tay-K dash
Out of her home
Pass to bro Like Nash

[Verse 2: Mid Yaki]
Look up real n***a
I’m on page three
It never phased me cause money never made me
You n***as are pastries
You can never play me
I wanted to be JAY Z
But honestly i can be
Cause i ain’t got Hov money
So instead we gone make some guwap off yo money
Make a kill probably get a lot off show money
It gets real if you try to take my dough from me
Them are not my n***as, i don’t trust them n***as
Trust fall
Fall back I don’t trust y’all
Yeah

[Refrain: Dirashi]
I can't feel my face
Boy I'm on a 3 peat
I swear I am not the one who's fake
Thats the ones you used to see me with
I learned from my mistake
Now I flip a CD
For the homies back in Indy state
I'm tryna fuck on Dreezy
[Chorus: Dirashi]
Boy I'm blunt as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
My lungs erode
I smoke all out the bowl and have an asthma attack
We put in work
Dreads on my n***a Kirk
He keep that hammer packed
That gun go Bdiing
That's an east side ting
Feel like Baka Trav
I'm high as fuck
Feels like I'm moving up
But I go backwards back
I’m feeling me
She has double D
I go and attack
That ass is fat
She go bring me back
To her crib I smash
Then I Tay-K dash
Out of her home
Pass to bro Like Nash

[Verse 3: Dirashi]
I am not a bird man but I demand respek
Two, Three Gucci Ghost chains around my neck
I swear I see all you thirsty hoes tryna chase my check
But a n***a stiff arm is golden it will protect

[Outro: Dirashi]
That shit will protect, ay that shit will protect
Stiff arm is golden that shit will protect me
I feel hella sexy when I stiff these hoes