[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
M1OnTheBeat
[Chorus: Digga D]
I went jail and the shooting stopped, came back out and it started again
Let me ask you a question, who you think's really blasting their skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my friends
I went jail and the shooting stopped, came back out and it started again (Bu-bu!)
Let me ask you a question, who you think's really blasting their skengs? (Who?)
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my friends
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Popo kicked in the door, found so much grub in the yard and seized it (Thieves)
They know it ain't personal use, I ain't smoking food so they nicked me for PWITS (Never)
T-T, not remixed, glide with heart, man do it and mean it (I do)
Step for the K like nizz, bro jacked her son, MJ then Jean'd it (Ching!)
The .32 spinner, it's dirty, still bareback that slut, no rubbers (Bore)
Truss, you don't wanna get stung cah pills won't help that burn, on my mothers (No)
Rambisha left man leaking, still discharge, that's dirty lovers
Pull out and buss, no fuss, truss, I take the risk for my brothers (Mums)
And hang out the ride like my man from Boyz n the Hood and slap that gauge (Bu-bu!)
I just sold eight in seven days, I want it in loaf like Dej
OT trips, T-T, no ticks, three bags change for twenty one days
There's no way you're a savage, you got no heart like 21 says (Pew-pew)
Just got a call from Ian, he said that he wants three B (Buj)
Wrap it in rizz, that's orange, just got a four so I need three G's (Ay help me out)
Bro just got a O too, he wants me to wash it, I'll do it for free (Whip it)
I'll make this T mobile and live in the whip with light and B (Trap)
M1OnTheBeat
M1OnTheBeat
[Chorus: Digga D]
I went jail and the shooting stopped, came back out and it started again
Let me ask you a question, who you think's really blasting their skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my friends
I went jail and the shooting stopped, came back out and it started again (Bu-bu!)
Let me ask you a question, who you think's really blasting their skengs? (Who?)
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my friends
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Popo kicked in the door, found so much grub in the yard and seized it (Thieves)
They know it ain't personal use, I ain't smoking food so they nicked me for PWITS (Never)
T-T, not remixed, glide with heart, man do it and mean it (I do)
Step for the K like nizz, bro jacked her son, MJ then Jean'd it (Ching!)
The .32 spinner, it's dirty, still bareback that slut, no rubbers (Bore)
Truss, you don't wanna get stung cah pills won't help that burn, on my mothers (No)
Rambisha left man leaking, still discharge, that's dirty lovers
Pull out and buss, no fuss, truss, I take the risk for my brothers (Mums)
And hang out the ride like my man from Boyz n the Hood and slap that gauge (Bu-bu!)
I just sold eight in seven days, I want it in loaf like Dej
OT trips, T-T, no ticks, three bags change for twenty one days
There's no way you're a savage, you got no heart like 21 says (Pew-pew)
Just got a call from Ian, he said that he wants three B (Buj)
Wrap it in rizz, that's orange, just got a four so I need three G's (Ay help me out)
Bro just got a O too, he wants me to wash it, I'll do it for free (Whip it)
I'll make this T mobile and live in the whip with light and B (Trap)
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