Mr Sheeen Digga D & Russ Millions (Ft. Digga D)
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[Intro]
Gotcha
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Slide in whips, slide in six
They wanna slide in DM's
Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em
They know about pain like Liam, their GM (Ching) got done in the PM
Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them, leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em
I'm at the cash point waitin' for addicts
It's twelve o'clock at night, when the Giro comes, I'm there with the package, trappin'
Feds tryna stop me from rappin', mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (No)
They had me in the dock, sweatin', stressin', chattin' 'bout shootin' and stabbings
Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned
[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]
.44 long, .32's and dot-dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)
Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)
I went 'round with the skeng on F
And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)
Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't—
This semi-auto ain't clean (Bap), pull up and spray like Mr Sheen
This hand ting ain't got a beam, but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean (Bullet)
Gotcha
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Slide in whips, slide in six
They wanna slide in DM's
Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em
They know about pain like Liam, their GM (Ching) got done in the PM
Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them, leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em
I'm at the cash point waitin' for addicts
It's twelve o'clock at night, when the Giro comes, I'm there with the package, trappin'
Feds tryna stop me from rappin', mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (No)
They had me in the dock, sweatin', stressin', chattin' 'bout shootin' and stabbings
Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned
[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]
.44 long, .32's and dot-dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)
Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)
I went 'round with the skeng on F
And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)
Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't—
This semi-auto ain't clean (Bap), pull up and spray like Mr Sheen
This hand ting ain't got a beam, but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean (Bullet)
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