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Jim Jones

"Ya Dig"

[Intro]
[Stack Bundles]
You already know what it is, n****s
Exactly what the f*ck ya'll was afraid of
Riot Squad‚ Dipset‚ Byrd Gang
Max‚ Bynoe, what up?
Capo, where the f*ck you at‚ n****?
Yo

[Verse 1]
[Stack Bundles]
Get on the f*ck from 'round me, I don't care what P's he hangin'
I never heard of him so tell him to keep bangin'
My n****s is riders, it's strength in numbers
Whether six or that five‚ it's gangsters among us
I got the hood in a frenzy, they see how he
Open them suicide doors on that CLE
I beens doin' this, hoppin' out, lookin' all Harlemish
Shoe game marvelous, heavy on his charming wrist
You ain't got the heart to risk, ya life for ya lifestyle
Pay to get acquitted for the charges like Mike Trout
I leave a wet trial, follow your nose
Gorgeous gangster around, just follow the hoes
They all juicy sweatin' 'em, believe 'em, flattered
But when they start in five like mine your bench don't matter
Tints don't matter, they know who that car belongs to
I f*ck her, but you who the broad belongs to
No matter the avenue, diddy bop, swaggin' through
G'd up flagging through, two tone raggin' through
New Yiddy the City of God, city of czars, Riot's the Squad
Gang is the Byrd, movin' them birds
Man simmer down, murder the third

[Chorus] x2
[Stack Bundles]
We rock stars, fast money and cars (Ya Dig!)
You n****s hustle, but you not on your job (Ya Dig!)
Play gangster, but you not that hard (Ya Dig!)
Fly high with the Byrd, and the Riot's the Squad (Ya Dig!)

[Verse 2]
[Jim Jones]
Byrd Gang!
I got my back to the wind (Speedin’!)
90 gram for the Range, put the racks in the rims (Ballin’!)
They say I'm loco for the jump (Uh huh)
‘Cause I ride around town with explosives in my trunk (We’re fully loaded!)
My jeans saggin’, pockets swollen with the mumps (Caked up!)
Tints on the V, when I’m smokin’ on the blunt (That purple)
My neck wear chilly (Chilly!), fresh get illy (Fly!)
I’m hoppin’ out the box, b*tch, next year Bentley (Oh Six sh*t)
It’s six dollars to wreck it, n**** (Turn to units)
And don’t be mad, your b*tch holler to check a n**** (She couldn’t help it)
I heard you Big, but money ain’t the problem (Nope!)
I’m hoppin’ out the Jimbo’s if I’m hungry up in Harlem (Yeah)
Yeah, that’s how we on it in my hood (Yup)
I’m rockin’ all my jewels, any corner in my hood (I’m ballin’)
We all get aliases, it’s warrants in the hood (Stop snitchin’)
And n**** watch yo ass, take caution, understood

[Chorus] x2
[Stack Bundles]
We rock stars, fast money and cars (Ya Dig!)
You n****s hustle, but you not on your job (Ya Dig!)
Play gangster, but you not that hard (Ya Dig!)
Fly high with the Byrd, and the Riot's the Squad (Ya Dig!)

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