Untitled DigDat (Ft. Frosty)

[Verse 1: DigDat]
WD-40'd this twelve
I bought that mash back clean up
Fuck GCSE's, I failed
This year I made more than my teacher
When I was pullin' back that curtain
Lookin' outside, them skies went grey
On my blue latex mattress
I was in them landings night and day
She good from far but far from good
Came through with that mask and hood
Two for two, or six for fourty
I don't do ticks, don't call me

[Verse 2: Frosty]
Fifty fiends lined up on the road
I'ma hit them all at once
Had the govs gobsmacked in the landing
How do you sneak in all this stuff?
This knock on's filled with bissers
And they all got runny noses
OT at Sonia's
FaceTime bae when I'm feelin' homesick
Speed up the process
Run the tap, let it lock with ice
Raided twice in the space of a week
But at least I could say I tried
Cut this box of dutty in 0.1's
It's gonna take most the night
Hotline do three
And they took time but I got it right
She know boy over a hundred bags
Then it must mean I'm her type
No opps can't chill on the wing
Rudeboy you lost your mind