Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10+1, artist - Digga D.
Date of issue: 20.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10+1 |
Can’t lie, one time got it poppin' |
He backed his shank and stayed, can’t knock it |
And when Sav gets mad, can’t stop him |
Riding, glide on the opps dem often |
I think that I add to much mag' |
Cah the oil looks weird and the work weren’t locking |
Cop it, chop it, pop them guns |
Get hot on the block, man shot that |
More action, less chattings |
Sav too sav', I’m a savage |
Back then, man, it could’ve been K or J |
Just billed that, both of us backed it |
Jump out, whoosh, like I’m Taze |
On a next man’s block, let’s see who’s on badness |
The opps don’t control their block |
They ain’t doing a lot, they ain’t into the action |
Skid 'round with five, tryna find them guys |
I ain’t talking no burger |
Have you ever seen a .40 spin with the hollow tips |
That’s a lethal burner |
Free bro, that’s a well known lurker |
Suttin' got slapped, no Tina |
But I’m talking two hands on a turner |
Saw man step and I jumped out, cheffed him |
His bredrin left him, guess he weren’t on it |
Last time that I revved up my engine |
Had man’s face all over my bonnet |
Hold on, who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Slow down |
Jump out quick, make sure he don’t clock it |
Whip it and lock it, chop it, traphouse working that profit |
All now I hear chat for days |
No one ain’t done that |
Two in a day, who you think done that? |
Drill their block and them boy don’t come back |
No take backs, I know about drills in cabbies |
Like, when man go, suttin' gets spilt on trackies |
Up front in the field |
That’s Striker CGM |
Big dots in my top or the fours in their block |
When I’m lurking for these gems |
Like my nigga Double Tap, I’m in love with skengs |
My four long is heartless, that’s my trusted friend |
Niggas know what I’m with the cheffers |
Flip that, dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers |
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds |
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons |
Smith &Wesson, .357 |
Slip, trip, get severed |
Touch my estate, rudeboy, get peppered |
Free bro, he’s a one hand tapper |
2.2, three man, .44, five shots in this six shot spanner |
Shout Hunch, he’s a well known chinger |
Done it with him like Rack5 and Digga |
Control that spinner, Remington grip and then burn that ringer |
It’s Splasha, the nutter |
Well know 'cause I use my cutter |
My man tripped so we made him suffer |
Can’t get nicked, tryna see the summer |
Numerous cases, one for a shank, two shavers |
That’s four mans, two places |
Bro hit with good aiming |
All now I hear chat for days |
That’s Striker CGM |
Free bro, he’s a one hand tapper |
Dip that, no flip-flap, man do it with tekkers |
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds |
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons |