Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tactics, artist - DigDat. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tactics |
| When we step 'round there, set piece |
| I swear me and bro did tactics |
| Creased up twenties and tens in plastic |
| Got them in thick elastics |
| When we step 'round there, set piece |
| I swear me and bro did tactics |
| Creased up twenties and tens in plastic |
| Got them in thick elastics |
| I was goin' sleep on a blue mat |
| Coming like I was just doing gymnastics |
| She was like, «Digs, how you do that?» |
| I’m young with a drip, not broke and average |
| But way back when I shoulda been home |
| I was in the alley with fiends |
| And you ain’t got teeth for the pole |
| He’s only got one like Nanny McPhee |
| Designer clothes, Italian jeans |
| Every day I’m happy, it seems |
| And I swear dis bally was clean |
| 'Til I started to sweat |
| Now it’s damp off steam |
| I just send it all up, and came back down |
| Spend all of my worth on this dust |
| I know I’m gonna make back pounds |
| But if I put it all in a bowl |
| You know I’m gonna scrape that 'round |
| This leng ting callin' me, «bro» |
| I told her to take dat down |
| Mu-Mulla, mulla, cake |
| Coulda, shoulda hit Jummah and prayed |
| Do street with my hood up in rain |
| Give lip, Air Max push foot up in face |
| And I still got this jooker in case |
| Them hookers, they just give brain |
| Mash work, go look up my name |
| Old school like Kunta Kinte |
| Wanna link plug, then hook up with bae |
| MM got the dark in wraps, trap mash |
| MK got cubba in flakes |
| My trees are black or blue |
| No chee, no, don’t like the budder in beige |
| TI, that’s my broski bloodline |
| On that, I swear I’m gon' pull on mains (Boo-baw) |
| I don’t even want you to break it |
| Just taste it, now she’s full up off brain |
| If I just back this ting |
| Then I might just wap it and split mans face |
| Already told them why I can’t rave |
| 'Cause my blade sets off the detector |
| I just done a O trip 'pon train |
| And I didn’t even see the inspector |
| Why they always tell me I’m extra? |
| Why? |
| 'Cause I’m bringing up things I remember |
| Seen close friends turn to opps |
| That’s a lesson learnt, not a loss (No L’s) |
| Seen too many doors in the seg' |
| I was all over the map |
| And so many times I hurt my leg |
| Just tryna kick open the flat |
| Now this side boo tryna be baby |
| How can you blame me if I don’t want it? |
| Fresh fade under my hood |
| And lately, everything I smoke’s exotic |
| Just scrape this bowl, let’s lock it |
| I got a place you can go and chop it? |
| But he ain’t gonna bag it 'til later |
| The slates so sandy |
| I just got Brandy sand on the trainer |
| You know that’s paraphernalia |
| I used to make noodles in the kettle |
| Hard times, didn’t have a container |
| And I would’ve put a ring on this money |
| That’s if I could’ve married this paper (That's my boo) |
| When we step 'round there, set piece |
| I swear me and bro did tactics |
| Creased up twenties and tens in plastic |
| Got them in thick elastics |
| I was goin' sleep on a blue mat |
| Coming like I was just doing gymnastics |
| She was like, «Digs, how you do that?» |
| I’m young with a drip, not broke and average |