"Dive"

diiiiiiiive PREMIERE | http://www.basementmade.com/2016/06/09/clifton-beef-tells-stories-of-the-bars-on-ep/ Rap.Beat.Mix.Art | Beef Prod. @Michael-Alan-Cooper Lyrics "Oh yaaa How I make my money? Well, partially from bartending Bopped, I'm guaping I'm a wine-o, I'm like gin o wine? (I'm just a bachelor) She reaching, grabbing at my pants I'm like god damn, somebody get ole girl a pastor (ayyy) Be safe, get safe There's a bottle by the safe, then it's too late I close, and I don't really fuck with the ratio I'm in it for ends, so give me the hen and the mic I'ma need women of all body types to lose their clothes Dreams and goals And go for a young mogul Tonight, it's a Diiiive, you don't need no college (ayyy) Diiive, you don't need much in your wallet (in yo wallet) Diiive, you betcha I'm from the bottom (you knowww) Call it what you wanna call it (ay) Dive, dive, dive, dive We don't even have clubs (nah) Dive, dive, dive, dive Bring your quarters, bring your ones (ones) All my neighbors drink on me Ladies skip the line too (arite) Everybody gon get this work Gimme cash or hit the curb though I just took an L but I'm winning (winning) I'm so fucking bopped, I'm spinning (spinning) Ay, it's Grefe Gravy A slur, swerve, limp, and an eye patch (duhhh) This is Mad City, you can't deny that You survive that So put your guns down and hands up Get your ones out, five, ten, and twenty Shit a pop off quick, and you'll see it coming When you're the one collecting the money It's the dirtier the cash and the bigger the titties Shout out Nitty Gritty, they gave me my first gig, I shitted A Power Hour, I was serving with purpose And I finessed my flick to that of a fiddlers wrist Who just threw a brick through the window? (window) His BM is still in the men's room? (mens room) It's her bday and she just wanna get some (get some) She met a rapper on Tinder and he did sumn (did sumn) Who just threw a brick through the window? (window) His BM is still in the men's room? (mens room) It's her bday and she just wanna get some (uffda) She met a rapper on Tinder and he did sumn (did sumn) I'm off brown and blacks, browning and blacking out (oh) I'm about to close, still around, I'll dick you down I'll drill you deep like I'm fracking (huhuhu) I know you ain't cactus Oh yea, and I'm the bar manager if you didn't catch it (last call) Now in twos back to my address All my goons and all my ratchets I got room for all that action But only 3 spots on my mattress (stain) Whooty all over the floor in my man cove I call the basement Minimalist decorations, they're so basic but amazing Diiiive, you don't need no college Diiive, you don't need much in your wallet Diiive, you betcha I'm from the bottom Call it what you wanna call it Dive, dive, dive, dive We don't even have clubs Dive, dive, dive, dive Bring your quarters, bring your ones All my neighbors drink on me Ladies skip the line too Everybody gon get this work Gimme cash or hit the curb though"