Lyrics No Diet - Digga D

No Diet

Ghosty
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet
Whip it, set it
Flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)
Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)
Rob it, fly it (Brrr)
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)
You know-you know seh the gun then buss
Lean, lean with the gun like Russ
No one ain’t dyin', they’re lyin' on us
No carb in the yard then I’m flyin' it dust (Whi-pow)
Truss, no loyalty, she’s linin' 'em up
No royalty, your queen give it up
Cheff chest and back, I’m leavin' him rubbed (Ching, ching, ching)
Up and down, no seesaw
Detour, oi, dodge that nee-naw
I got six and if you add three more
Then I’m somewhere where I might get recalled
And I’m tired of seein' the can
Whole ting get shell down
(Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi-woi)
Got the fairy .44, big bang (Bubu)
Bro don’t box like Joshua, shank game popular
Do man proper, shotta
Throw me a box and I got ya
Man take risks for the pounds and prosper
Prosper, they had me in the can like Foster
Let the Star buck for the cream, no Costa (Cream)
That nigga don’t really want beef
Who’s copyin' me?
Some silly imposter
Whip it, set it
Flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)
Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)
Rob it, fly it (Brrr)
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)
Whip it, set it
Flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)
Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)
Rob it, fly it (Brrr)
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)
Spill some juice, KA
And it was a carnival crush when bro CJ got three in a day (Ching)
Seventeen with a .38 (Bow)
Praying that they come my way
.32, .25's and .40's
Conceived in the nineties (Nineties)
Born in the noughties
Cover these tats' when I’m goin' on walkies
No porkies, jail house filled stories
OT, hit town, need more fiends
So I’m on the M, switch lane like Tory (Skrr)
Bill up my spot and I’m leavin' it gory
Surely, surely
Bro’s faster, he’ll do it before me (Neeaw)
You want it?
I got it, call me
I whip it and lock it at Pauly’s
This one’s feelin' horny
Got a rusty ting from South with the mouth
She ain’t gettin' more than Morleys
I’ma buss in her mouth by all means
Whip it, set it
Flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)
Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)
Rob it, fly it (Brrr)
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)
Whip it, set it
Flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)
Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)
Rob it, fly it (Brrr)
Drop it, dry it
It’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)