[Intro]
6 Shell Productions
I was on the roads tryna double up
Home, now I wanna see my p's just triple
Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
Are you sure this corn will fit this wap?
Bro-bro these teeth ain't little
See a hottie with the biggest back
B, I'm not sure if 'dem jeans fit you
Ayy, yo, it's Dotty on the beat
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still
Hello

[Chorus]
I was on the roads tryna double up
Home, now I wanna see my p's just triple
Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle
Are you sure this corn will fit this wap?
Bro-bro these teeth ain't little (Nah)
See a hottie with the biggest back
B, I'm not sure if 'dem jeans fit you

[Verse 1]
Excuse me miss, where you from?
My name's Digs—ask what I'm on
I just got back from a stretch
They didn't miss me when I was gone
Now I'm tryna not miss these sales
I get pissed when the ringtone stops (Brr)
What you know about sitting in jail
And you feel like the pillow's giving you spots? (What you know?)
Whoever said that it's live are liars
White Serco, black car tyres
Bag of high fences and barb wires (High fence)
My shank, sharp like a guillotine
Long like limousine knife work cray, cray
Rudeboy, I do you up differently (Ching)
Hood on my head past twelve
Now they can't see his face too visually (Nah)
See the green and red on my belts
So you know that it came from Italy
Sun's out, Air Force 1's out
Had to run a boy over the grass
They stay on their marks
Get set, go and just blow so fast (Where ya going?)
She's like coca-cola, golden
Can't you see her glow from far?
This slate got meet up late
Putting it all into stones of dark (Chop it)
Just bring it up front like Rooney
S move like Diego Costa (Tap that)
Told her my life's like a movie
You ain't gotta go cinema
I can't bring home these groupies
Plus her boyfriend knows who we are
Said he's on me, you're kidding
You don't wanna end up on the hit list
S got his Rambo's twinnin'
Steppin' with mine, so we're calling them triplets (Three of them)
And everything I dig these days
Just wanna know DigDat's business
Let me chop and weigh this O
Got bisheads ordering bundles
Not one tick, better pay as you go
This buj just runs black liquid (It's black)
Stick handle wood, it's vintage
And I don't wanna pick up the food
But I might sound rude if he don't give pictures
My phone just came encrypted
Want me in a case but it just got lifted
Hit a three on two times two
That's ten-man serving 'em one-by-one (Line it)
Hop out 'dem four-by-four on three-man, got two, one try run
(Hop out the four by fours on three-man, got two, one try run)
[Chorus]
I was on the roads tryna double up
Home, now I wanna see my p's just triple
Had to run a boy down in my Air Force
Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle

[Verse 2]
Whole of your head turn cheerio
Bally on my face like Rey Mysterio
This bally's on inside-out
Outside in my AJ, I'm sporty
See bro with his DayDate 40
Still getting cash, get paid they call me
Big guns like AK40's (Big ones)
Get the white out no ticks
Bad B, why your eyebrows so thick?
Flip one, my favourite tool
You ain't getting that back gotta leave it all in him (Just leave it)
Just squeeze one hand in my glove
XL, but the index still won't fit in
Baby girl, shake it well
Let me see you do more quinting (Rack-it)
Tryna make them do more sprinting (Where you goin'?)
Come a long way from sitting in my cell
That was twenty-three bang up on Sunday (Bang up)
Got a warhead zoobie of cookies
So why would I bill that front-ways?
You got a man and you're saying these things
Bro, I don't think she cares (She don't)
Come link me I still have my thingy
You can't say I weren't prepared (No, they can't)
In my blue Dior or DSquared2
Like the slim fits low, I don't know about flares (Tighter)
Just squeeze both sides of the pot
Like when it goes pop you can smell these flavours (Smell it)
Love chip in my box, not a lot
This ammi' made a man curl up like Quavers (Twiss' up)
Skid-skrr laters
Leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous (Gone)
90's baby, lighties hate me
Still take a next mans boo (Tek' her)
I just came to the ting were neked
Now I got a pellet let's step back tru'
(Step back tru', step back tru')