Fire In The Booth Digga D

Part 1

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Digga D]
You know what time it is when you hear this right
Let's get ready to rumble
Digga D in the building
Double Tap Diaries out there right now man
Right now, grab that, No Diet
Your name's ringing out there Digga
Come on
Let's go bro, let's get 'em, let's go
Look
Round one, let's turn up bro
Listen

[Verse 1]
We ain't in Puerto Rico, let me tell you this West Side story
I ain't talking Finding Nemo but they just keep swimming like Dory
Just keep swimming, keep swinging
Just keep chinging, push that blade deep in him
We know, they know, I know
How much times they swam outside? Them boy love lido
I know, they know, we know CJ got all three, no Migos
Now it's CJ on free flow
Don't get stitched like Lilo and then snitch, stick to the G-code
Need me a reload, trap, jugg for a kilo
I'll catch me a M for the hunchos, I got hundos stacked from Nino
Nino Brown, it's peak when we come 'round
I feel like bro, the way that I got him down
Me and my cartel pull up, pop corn where they're holding the vibes
I'm black still moving Charlie, Charlie wing I was movin' spice
I heard there's a bounty, I might tell ***** take that ******
If my trap phone's saying it's busy, it's signal, I'm always running my line
Just got me a pipe, got a star in the hood like Strydes
Bro don't run out of bars like Chip, slick, he won't have less than nine
And I ain't a youngen no more, the phones I control are mine
I bish-bash-bosh the Buj, I stack and stay on my grind
I bish-bash-bosh, the B's lethal and it's one of a kind
Jeepers Creepers, we keepers on whatever we find
I took them waps and turned them mine
Man can't press on my buttons, I'll press on my suttin', no comment to swine
I hit five inches away from his spine
Splash-splash, yuck-yuck, who's that? Jakes? Oi, duck-duck
Bro don't run out of breath, stress, he might just run out of luck
I'm tired of seeing these govs, I just left Wano, you just left Scrubs
Felts, cooks swinging our plugs, outside charge, I'm seeing the judge
Real niggas know that I've kept up fuckery, bun mans skin point blank with the brucky
Been tryna turn man duppy, watch his blood splatter, that's lovely
I just come back from country, my toes dem stink and my hair looks grubby
And I feel like to get down bro when I came back home and my dick was rusty
I can rap that stuff cah I done that, catch man lacking and bun that
Man can't talk 'bout worker, see the phone's that I got? Man run that
Yosh got the wheel, we skrring, drove past an opp, clock, turn and spun that
Tell bro put his foot on the clutch and put it in 1 when you see man run back
Blood on my shank, man keep it and clean it, shot that shit if I'm paro'
All of my hittas are hungry, get your shit jacked like Sparrow
Shotty come long like Hunch', chop that barrel and the back of the handle
I hate taking L's, this flip can't flop like sandals
Push bike with a 15 inch, T-T make the phoneline ring so I serve them
Can't question my workers work rate, all I do is divert them
Can't question my badness, see the straps that I got? Man earnt them
You won't do it for the gang, that's certain
Go do it for your mum, that's urgent