Rambo Digga D & Hotboii

[Intro: Digga D]
Itchy made this shit
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Digga D & Hotboii]
Blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ching, ching)
Swung at his face and ripped it (Swung, swung, swung)
Go to Dior, we all in the mall with switches (Grr, grr, grr, grr)
Got money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it (Yo, grr, grr, grr, grr)

[Verse 1: Digga D & Hotboii]
Rest up Rose, free Jojo (Rest up, rest up)
Shout out Rack5, StillBrickin and Oso (Oso)
All of my guys take lives, they loco (Loco)
Drac' on the show, man, the meanin' of yolo (Hold up)
I'm in America, still strapped with a Beretta (Ayy)
Ain't leavin' my knife, that's the London in me (Me)
I'll take out your flesh, try troublin' me (Try tryin')
I got bro, you wanna know? Just touch him and see
The first one the mandem caught was a miskeen (First one)
I can't blame them, they were young, only fifteen (Fifteen)
Went to Dubai and somethin' got sliced
Had the whole of the UK causin' a big scene
Landed in M.I.A., left from Heathrow (Heathrow)
I'm in the USA, I need me a freak ho'
I wouldn't mind Rubi Rose or DreamDoll
Back it up, slap it up, drop a lil' deep throat