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 a my Air Force,
Pissed, cause 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
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 a my Air Force,
Pissed, cause 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
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 cells,
I get pissed when the ringtone stops
What you know about sitting in jail,
And you feel like the pillow's giving you spots
Whoever said that it's live are liars,
White circle black car tyres, bag of high fences and barb wires
My shank, sharp like a guillotine long like limousine
Knife work cray, cray, rudeboy I do you up differently
Hood on my head past 12, now they can't see his face too visually
See the green and red on my belt, so you know that it came from Italy
Sun's out Air force ones out, had to run a boy over the grass
They stay on their marks, get set,
Go and just blow so fast
(where you going)
She's like coke-a-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
Told her my life's like a movie, you ain't gotta go cinema
I can't bring home these groupies, cos her boyfriend knows who we are
Said he's on me your kidding, you don't wanna end up on the hitlist
"S" got his rambo's twinning,
Stepping with mine so we're calling them triplets
(three of them)
And everything I dig these days, just wanna know Dig Dats business
Let me chop and weigh this O,
Got biss-eds ordering bundles not one tick better pay as you go
This buj just runs black liquid, 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 3 on 2 times 2 that's 10 man serving 'em 1 by 1
(line it)
Hop out the 4 by 4's on 3 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 a my Air Force,
Pissed, cause 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 day date 40 still getting cash get pay day 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 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 quinton
Tryna make them do more sprinting
Come a long way from sitting in my cell that was 23 bang up on sunday
Got a warhead zuby of cookies so why would I bill that frontways
You got a man and you're saying
These things, bro I don't think she cares
Come link me I still have my thingy you can't say I weren't prepared
In my blue D or D-squared like the
Slim fits low I don't know about flares
Just squeeze both sides of the pot like
When it goes pop you can smell these flavours
Love chip in my box not alot this am made a man curl up like quavers
Skid-skrr laters leaving your friend out the scene, outrageous
90's baby lighties hate me still take a next mans boo
(tek her)
I just came to the ting were nekid now
I got a pellet let's step back through
Writer(s): Julius Babatunde, Nathan Tokosi
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