| I was on the roads tryna double up
|
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple
|
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
|
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
|
| Are you sure this corn will fit this wap?
|
| Bro-bro these teeth ain’t little
|
| See a hottie with the biggest back
|
| B, I’m not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
|
| Ay yo, it’s Dotty on the beat
|
| Ay, CZR you did a mazza still
|
| I was on the roads tryna double up
|
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple
|
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
|
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
|
| Are you sure this corn will fit this wap?
|
| Bro-bro these teeth ain’t little (Nah)
|
| See a hottie with the biggest back
|
| B, I’m not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
|
| Excuse me miss, where you from?
|
| My name’s Digs—ask what I’m on
|
| I just got back from a stretch
|
| They didn’t miss me when I was gone
|
| Now I’m tryna not miss these sales
|
| I get pissed when the ringtone stops (Brr)
|
| What you know about sitting in jail
|
| And you feel like the pillow’s giving you spots? |
| (What you know?)
|
| Whoever said that it’s live are liars
|
| White Serco, black car tyres
|
| Bag of high fences and barb wires (High fence)
|
| My shank, sharp like a guillotine
|
| Long like limousine knife work cray, cray
|
| Rudeboy, I do you up differently (Ching)
|
| Hood on my head past twelve
|
| Now they can’t see his face too visually (Nah)
|
| See the green and red on my belts
|
| So you know that it came from Italy
|
| Sun’s out, Air Force 1's out
|
| Had to run a boy over the grass
|
| They stay on their marks
|
| Get set, go and just blow so fast (Where ya going?)
|
| She’s like coca-cola, golden
|
| Can’t you see her glow from far
|
| This slate got meet up late
|
| Putting it all into stones of dark (Chop it)
|
| Just bring it up front like Rooney
|
| S move like Diego Costa (Tap that)
|
| Told her my life’s like a movie
|
| You ain’t gotta go cinema
|
| I can’t bring home these groupies
|
| Plus her boyfriend knows who we are
|
| Said he’s on me you’re kidding
|
| You don’t wanna end up on the hit list
|
| S got his Rambo’s twinnin'
|
| Steppin' with mine so we’re calling them triplets (Three of them)
|
| And everything I dig these days
|
| Just wanna know DigDat’s business
|
| Let me chop and weigh this O
|
| Got bisheads ordering bundles
|
| Not one tick better pay as you go
|
| This buj just runs black liquid (It's black)
|
| Stick handle wood, it’s vintage
|
| And I don’t wanna pick up the food
|
| But I might sound rude if he don’t give pictures
|
| My phone just came encrypted
|
| Want me in a case but it just got lifted
|
| Hit a three on two times two
|
| That’s ten-man serving 'em one-by-one (Line it)
|
| Hop out 'dem four-by-four on three-man, got two, one try run
|
| (Hop out the four by fours on three-man, got two, one try run)
|
| I was on the roads tryna double up
|
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple
|
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
|
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
|
| Whole of your head turn cheerio
|
| Bally on my face like Rey Mysterio
|
| This bally’s on inside-out
|
| Outside in my AJ, I’m sporty
|
| See bro with his DayDate 40
|
| Still getting cash, get paid they call me
|
| Big guns like AK40's (Big ones)
|
| Get the white out no ticks
|
| Bad B, why your eyebrows so thick?
|
| Flip one my favourite tool
|
| You ain’t getting that back gotta leave it all in him (Just leave it)
|
| Just squeeze one hand in my glove
|
| XL, but the index still won’t fit in
|
| Baby girl, shake it well
|
| Let me see you do more quinting (Rack-it)
|
| Tryna make them do more sprinting (Where you goin'?)
|
| Come a long way from sitting in my cell
|
| That was twenty-three bang up on Sunday (Bang up)
|
| Got a warhead zoobie of cookies
|
| So why would I bill that front-ways?
|
| You got a man and you’re saying these things
|
| Bro, I don’t think she cares (She don’t)
|
| Come link me I still have my thingy
|
| You can’t say I weren’t prepared (No, they can’t)
|
| In my blue Dior or DSquared2
|
| Like the slim fits low, I don’t know about flares (Tighter)
|
| Just squeeze both sides of the pot
|
| Like when it goes pop you can smell these flavours (Smell it)
|
| Love chip in my box, not a lot
|
| This ammi' made a man curl up like Quavers (Twiss' up)
|
| Skid-skrr laters
|
| Leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous (Gone)
|
| 90's baby, lighties hate me
|
| Still take a next mans boo (Tek' her)
|
| I just came to the ting were neked
|
| Now I got a pellet let’s step back tru'
|
| (Step back tru', step back tru') |