[00:00.38]I was on the roads tryna double up,
[00:02.09]Home now I wanna see my p's just triple
[00:07.03]Had to run a boy down in my Air Force,
[00:08.70]Pissed, 'cause now they got a crease in the middle
[00:13.04]Are you sure this corn will fit this wap though,
[00:16.05]Bro these teeth ain't little
[00:20.10]See a hottie with the biggest back,
[00:22.07]B, I'm not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
[00:33.52](Hello)I was on the roads tryna double up,
[00:36.63]Home now I wanna see my p's just triple
[00:38.69]Had to run a boy down in my Air Force,
[00:40.12]Pissed cah now they got a crease in the middle
[00:42.00]Are you sure this corn will fit this wap though,
[00:43.81]Bro these teeth ain't little
[00:45.32]See a hottie with the biggest back,
[00:46.56]B, I'm not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
[00:48.62]Excuse me miss, where you from?
[00:49.99]My name's Digs—ask what I'm on
[00:51.72]I just got back from a stretch,
[00:53.49]They didn't miss me when I was gone
[00:54.95]Now I'm tryna not miss these sales,
[00:56.81]I get pissed when the ringtone stops
[00:58.57]What you know about sitting in jail,
[01:00.19]And you feel like the pillow's giving you spots?
[01:01.97]Whoever said that it's live are liars
[01:03.60]White Serco, black car tyres
[01:05.41]Bag of high fences and barb wires
[01:07.08]My shank, sharp like a guillotine
[01:08.96]Long like limousine knife work cray, cray,
[01:10.83]Rudeboy I do you up differently
[01:12.29]Hood on my head past twelve,
[01:13.70]Now they can't see his face too visually
[01:15.53]See the green and red on my belts,
[01:17.11]So you know that it came from Italy
[01:19.01]Sun's out, Air force ones out,
[01:20.60]Had to run a boy over the grass
[01:22.36]They stay on their marks, get set,
[01:24.47]Go and just blow so fast (where you going?)
[01:26.11]She's like coca-cola,
[01:27.16]Golden can't you see her glow from far
[01:29.07]This slate got meet up late,
[01:30.56]Putting it all into stones of dark (chop it)
[01:32.80]Just bring it up front
[01:33.79]Like Rooney "S" move like Diego Costa
[01:35.83]Told her my life's like a movie,
[01:37.52]You ain't gotta go cinema
[01:39.19]I can't bring home these groupies,
[01:40.89]Plus her boyfriend knows who we are
[01:42.54]Said he's on me your kidding,
[01:44.12]You don't wanna end up on the hit list
[01:46.12]"S" got his Rambo's twinning,
[01:47.64]Stepping with mine
[01:48.35]So we're calling them triplets (three of dem)
[01:49.97]And everything I dig these days,
[01:50.98]Just wanna know DigDat's business
[01:52.78]Let me chop and weigh this O,
[01:54.15]Got biss-eds ordering bundles not one tick
[01:56.98]Better pay as you go
[01:57.88]This bujj just runs black liquid,
[01:59.54]Stick handle wood it's vintage
[02:01.17]And I don't wanna pick up the food
[02:02.71]But I might sound rude if he don't give pictures
[02:04.57]My phone just came encrypted want me in a case
[02:07.06]But it just got lifted
[02:08.10]Hit a three on two times two,
[02:09.57]That's ten-man serving 'em one-by-one (line it)
[02:11.61]Hop out 'dem four-by-four on three-man,
[02:13.42]Got two, one try run
[02:14.84](Hop out the four by fours on three-man,
[02:15.59]Got two, one try run)
[02:16.35]I was on the roads tryna double up,
[02:18.19]Home now I wanna see my p's just triple
[02:19.84]Had to run a boy down in my Air Force,
[02:21.38]Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
[02:23.34]Whole of your head turn cheerio,
[02:24.77]Bally on my face like Rey Mysterio
[02:26.71]This bally's on inside-out,
[02:27.81]Outside in my AJ, I'm sporty
[02:30.19]See bro with his DayDate 40
[02:31.55]Still getting cash get paid they call me
[02:33.40]Big guns like AK40's (big ones)
[02:35.06]Get the white out no ticks,
[02:36.73]Bad B why your eyebrows so thick?
[02:38.37]Flip one my favourite tool,
[02:39.72]You ain't getting that back gotta leave it all in him
[02:41.81]Just squeeze one hand in my glove XL
[02:43.29]But the index still won't fit in
[02:45.18]Baby girl shake it well,
[02:46.64]Let me see you do more Quinton
[02:48.22]Tryna make them do more sprinting
[02:49.60]Come a long way from sitting in my cell
[02:51.66]That was twenty-three bang up on Sunday
[02:53.28]Got a warhead zoobie of cookies
[02:55.23]So why would I bill that frontways?
[02:56.75]You got a man and you're saying these things,
[02:58.44]Bro, I don't think she cares
[03:00.10]Come link me I still have my thingy
[03:01.83]You can't say I weren't prepared
[03:03.38]In my blue D or Dsquared2 like the slim fits low,
[03:06.13]I don't know about flares (Tighter)
[03:07.56]Just squeeze both sides of the pot like
[03:08.89]When it goes pop you can smell these flavours
[03:10.57]Love chip in my box, not a lot
[03:12.01]This ammi made a man curl up like quavers
[03:13.91]Skid-skrr laters leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous
[03:17.32]90's baby, lighties hate me,
[03:18.75]Still take a next mans boo (tek' her)
[03:20.56]I just came to the ting were neked
[03:22.17]Now I got a pellet let's step back tru'

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, 'cause now they got a crease in the middle
Are you sure this corn will fit this wap though,
Bro these teeth ain't little
See a hottie with the biggest back,
B, I'm not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
(Hello)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 though,
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 sales,
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 Serco, 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 twelve,
Now they can't see his face too visually
See the green and red on my belts,
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 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
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 your kidding,
You don't wanna end up on the hit list
"S" got his Rambo's twinning,
Stepping with mine
So we're calling them triplets (three of dem)
And everything I dig these days,
Just wanna know DigDat's business
Let me chop and weigh this O,
Got biss-eds ordering bundles not one tick
Better pay as you go
This bujj 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 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 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 twenty-three bang up on Sunday
Got a warhead zoobie 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 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
Love chip in my box, not a lot
This ammi made a man curl up like quavers
Skid-skrr laters leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous
90's 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'