Lyrics

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 12 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 One'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 23 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) '90s 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')
Writer(s): Julius Babatunde, Nathan Tokosi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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