[Intro: Dave East & Cruch Calhoun]
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
Thirty for thirty (ROSELLE USA, nigga)
Thirty for thirty (Dirt gang)
Woo
Cruch, what's crackin'?

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Put thirty-five on your back (Thirty-five hundred)
Like Kevin Durant, ain't 'posed to get caught with the hammy
Remind me of Ja Morant
Chopper be loud as a speaker, nobody survivin' this amp (Boom)
And pussy, it gotta be damp (Gotta be)
Product, it gotta be stamped (Stamped)
No losing, we gotta be champs (Champs)
You know, then you know
If it's not tequila, my nigga, it gotta be champ'
I got a hustle, like we can provide some shit that the lottery can't (Let's get it)
I got the crib, I seen the envy like it was a property scam
Got my fitted from thе coliseum, believе that the dollar payin'
There was a time when I would run down on these bitches and they say, "I got a man" (Oh, word?)
Knowin' me, I would've got 'em jammed
Took the profit, we ain't got a tan
Like, try get it back nigga, not a chance (No chance)
Shoot at their feet and they gotta dance
I was uptown in some Prada pants
Check my account, it's a lot of grands
Shit not the same, I got with Grandz
Shit not the same, I got with Buda (Buda)
Boardin' my plane, it's a lot of shooters (Lot)
Talk 'bout the trenches, we slidin' through 'em
Mama Lola with me, even Mama Buda (Word)
I'm a connoisseur of this fly talk
Two for ten on the sidewalk (Come here)
Bruce Willis nigga, how they die hard, and now it's Goyard, it was eyesore (Goyard)
Drive the foreign with the left wrist (Skrrt)
Southpaw, me and Cruch outlaws, I'm rollin' (From The Dirt)

[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & Dave East]
Do this shit on sight (Do this shit on sight)
It's something, it's on sight (This on sight, nigga)
The foreign up on sight (Skrrt, yeah, sight)
We do this shit on sight (We do this shit all night)
Yeah, I do this shit on—, yeah
Yeah, I do this shit on sight (Do that shit on sight)
We do this shit on sight (Do this shit on sight)
Something, it's on sight (Something, it's on sight, something this on—)

[Verse 2: Cruch Calhoun]
Don't be saying it's love if you get mad and do some shit on spite
Don't be sayin' it's smoke, think it's a joke, you know that shit on sight
P puttin' on for a sudden, you die right there, you know that shit ain't right
Tell my chick when I leave at night, "I'll make it back, just keep it tight" (Right back)
Offer bread at the taco truck, just look at my girl, I'm eatin' right
Look at them times I had no dinner, you go through the darks, you see the light (Let's go)
Gang pull up at the speed of light, I make that call and it ain't no stop (Dirt gang)
That shit ain't even come with a seal, he thinkin' it's real, that ain't no Wock' (Woo)
Gotta watch out for what you pop, they mixin' that Fetty, ain't no Wap (Swear)
Mind your business, stack your guap
You don't get the picture, then you'll get cropped
Off a banana, as soon as I land I turn to a demon as soon as it— (Drop)
Off a banana, as soon as I land I turn to a demon as soon as it drop
Couple of dollars for this drip, ain't nothin' normal about my bitch (Nah)
Ain't no talkin' with all these sticks, end up in a coffin with all that lip
Yeah, still gotta ride with switches, jumped in the game, it ain't no scrimmage (Nah)
She gave me her mouth, but I ain't no dentist
He grew up rich, he ain't no menace
We ain't gon' talk if you ain't got rank, I get it resolved with your lieutenant (Word)
How you gon' try get tough with us and they killed your dawg? You know who did it

[Interlude: Dave East]
(ROSELLE USA) Uh

[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & Dave East]
Do this shit on sight (Yeah, yeah, as soon as we see 'em)
It's something, it's on sight (It's something, it's on sight)
The foreign up on sight (Skrrt, yeah, yeah)
We do this shit on sight (We do this shit on sight, nigga)
I do this shit on—, yeah
We do this shit on sight (I could do this shit on sight)
We do this shit on sight (Do this shit all night)
Something, it's on sight (If it's something, it's on sight, if it's something, it's on—)

[Verse 3: Dave East & Cruch Calhoun]
Do it for Virgil, Louis Vuitton, all Off-White (Virgil)
Thirty for thirty, we do you dirty, nigga, on sight (Bop, bop, thirty for thirty)
I'm not waiting for it, my nigga, let's go pick that shit up tonight (Let's go, let's get it)
Package it up, I gave you the addy, put that on a flight (Woo)

[Outro: Cruch Calhoun]
Don't be saying it's love if you get mad and do some shit on spite
Don't be sayin' it smug, think it's a joke, you know that shit on sight
P puttin' on for a sudden, you die right there, you know that shit ain't right
Tell my chick when I leave at night, "I'll make it back, just keep it tight"
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
(ROSELLE USA, nigga)