Dirty Martini - Troy Ave, Prodigy

Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot

Punch niggas in they face but I don’t punch clocks

Before I hit the crib I’mma make a stop

And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot

a nigga gettin' shot

I ain’t even moved and my temper’s real hot

So I’mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks

I had a hard day at work but the work was self tho

Takin' me a break, a hustler never

Every dollar you make a bitch try’na spend

Every dollar you make niggas thinkin' it’s 10

If you don’t understand the grind then nigga

You don’t understand me nigga

And if you got a problem it’s gon' be with a beat nigga

The name is Troy Ave but I’m far from local

My gun go off, I ain’t from vocal

It be too much from suckas now

Who did a lil punk scams, think they hustlers now

These pussy ass niggas all wanna-be thugs

We catchin' bodies over here, get your mother some hoes

Embracin' my bricks on your neighborhood blocks

Ain’t no beef till my money gettin' stopped

I’m shootin' me a nigga out they mothafuckin' socks

I’m a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot

Punch niggas in they face but I don’t punch clocks

Before I hit the crib I’mma make a stop

And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot

a nigga gettin' shot

I ain’t even moved and my temper’s real hot

So I’mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Yo, I don’t wanna do shit but get money and fuck hoes (word)

Keep my coke number a few bellow (word)

I’m talkin' 'bout grams, I’m talkin' 'bout Oz

I’m talkin' 'bout bricks, but you already know

It’s your boy Troy Ave swag

With the semi-auto on me, 'cause my nerve’s fucking bad

I can shoot niggas, I don’t shoot hoops

The birds got me ballin' so I stay in the Koop (skrrt)

on the wheels, heavy on the chills

Keep atleast 250 20 dollar bills

Niggas know the deal, niggas know I deal

So when you want to shop I give you a good deal

Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot

Punch niggas in they face but I don’t punch clocks

Before I hit the crib I’mma make a stop

And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot

a nigga gettin' shot

I ain’t even moved and my temper’s real hot

So I’mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks

My baby it’s a Mobb Deep party all night

We have a few laughs and tell a few lies

Whatever it take for me to get up in them thots

I tell them what they want

They give me what I like

Brooklyn, Queens they with, we gettin' ride

I’m 3 months home

I’m feelin' good to be alive

Got my California cousins runnin' with the 5's

Gangbang, maintain, all my niggas live

If we don’t keep it extra hard, then who will?

Yeah them niggas spit rough but

They lack the skills

They keep every wolf fed and pay the house bills

And keep the songs comin' like I’m on them blue pills

Illuminati paid, my nigga I been lied

And bend arms like a wife beater

No ike, this is real hoody shit

No fraudulence

Troy Ave my co-defence

We gon' drink our pain away

I smell a rat — exposin' it

Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot

Punch niggas in they face but I don’t punch clocks

Before I hit the crib I’mma make a stop

And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks

Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot

a nigga gettin' shot

I ain’t even moved and my temper’s real hot

So I’mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks