[Intro: Digga D]
Brrrrr, bang, bang
Yo, CGM, Huncho, Sav'o, Digga
Ayy, imagine, oi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rush them with that gun, we come and shoot, move (HL8)
Baow, bro, suck your mudda, yeah
Yo, yo, yo (HL8)
[Chorus: Digga D]
Jump out the whip and hold bine, bine, bine, bine, bine, bine (Brr)
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine (Brr)
AP and Rackz, that's my slime, slime, my slime (Brr)
Two with one and they both got bun with the side-by-side
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Says she love one man, gunman
That roll with heat and give a boy sun tan
And at the back of the ped, fling lead, one hand
I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can
Shootеrs, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (Yеah)
One-nine, one-one rugers, clips filed with teeth (Yeah)
Come back, toothless, broad day (Yeah, yeah)
Bun skin, brownin', ruthless (Grr)
Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot
And see how much man get shot (Grrt, bow)
For my nineteenth, Twin got caught and chopped
For my twentieth, two got shot in the shop (Bap, bap)
I see the USA takin' the piss out of knifes (Ah?)
Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah)
For civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (Don't listen)
You think lookin' is wise? Cool, look then
Won't see the same when they see Rackz jook them
No bikes, circle the Nine on my foot then
Sef got stressed, they don't know who took them
Z got cheffed, catch captains and hook them
Goin' on a glide with the guys, don't be shook then
Before swingin' my knife, I was beatin' up guys
Used to see Bush yutes and whoop them
Brrrrr, bang, bang
Yo, CGM, Huncho, Sav'o, Digga
Ayy, imagine, oi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rush them with that gun, we come and shoot, move (HL8)
Baow, bro, suck your mudda, yeah
Yo, yo, yo (HL8)
[Chorus: Digga D]
Jump out the whip and hold bine, bine, bine, bine, bine, bine (Brr)
Civilians callin' nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine (Brr)
AP and Rackz, that's my slime, slime, my slime (Brr)
Two with one and they both got bun with the side-by-side
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Says she love one man, gunman
That roll with heat and give a boy sun tan
And at the back of the ped, fling lead, one hand
I don't make her cum, I don't know what can, what can
Shootеrs, nine-mil', lugers, four-fives (Yеah)
One-nine, one-one rugers, clips filed with teeth (Yeah)
Come back, toothless, broad day (Yeah, yeah)
Bun skin, brownin', ruthless (Grr)
Say the wrong thing, make my head get hot
And see how much man get shot (Grrt, bow)
For my nineteenth, Twin got caught and chopped
For my twentieth, two got shot in the shop (Bap, bap)
I see the USA takin' the piss out of knifes (Ah?)
Ever cornered a man and tore out his flesh while you look in his eyes? (Yeah)
For civilians, I don't think lookin' is wise (Don't listen)
You think lookin' is wise? Cool, look then
Won't see the same when they see Rackz jook them
No bikes, circle the Nine on my foot then
Sef got stressed, they don't know who took them
Z got cheffed, catch captains and hook them
Goin' on a glide with the guys, don't be shook then
Before swingin' my knife, I was beatin' up guys
Used to see Bush yutes and whoop them
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