[Intro: Dig Dat & Loski]
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin’ gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling
Local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones
One jarring, ayy tell her to move
Mazza, wagwan?

[Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski]
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin’ gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling
Local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones
One jarring, ayy tell her to move

[Verse 1: Dig Dat]
And this bitch ain't my type
She's raising her eye, tryna stop and stare
I got this one link, long brown hair
We roll to her crib and she's from 'round there
They talk, we the ones who ride
This 125's caught one-two guys
You know that your boo come tru' for pipe
She like "shoulda told me you’re young, you lied"
[Verse 2: Loski]
Splash on me, think twice, don’t do it
Got the other side looking like moshpit
Broski popped it, your whole day ruined
Ninety-nine problems like Jay Z
We get shavey, out here Ku-ing
Can't hold my wap pretty lady
Sorry baby, I just can’t do it

[Verse 3: Dig Dat]
I got two bad B's from East
One slim legs, hips and thighs
They like Off-White on the side
I need a Air Max with red zip ties
But this t-shirt matching my blade
It's black, you don't wanna get your V neck sliced
Ten-ten got Ricky late
Bad boy but your blicky’s fake
You know it's drought season too
Make sure my nittys don't detox
I'm on the corner trapping like the '80's
Do it like Biggie and D-Roc
Stack can't fit in my shoe box
Remember when we only had Reeboks
See opps, dishing out free shots
Anytime we spin their block they speed off
[Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski]
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling
Local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones
One jarring, ayy tell her to move
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling
Local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones
One jarring, ayy tell her to move

[Verse 4: Loski]
DSquared, LV, bit of Fendi
Cool kid so they gyal wan' sex me
Don't bang on the block, just bet me
I'mma splash this yute if you let me
Spend more than five on kicks
What's wrong with these pricks? Got more than Jet Li
Must've saw Anwar, never met me
In school when I was with Leslie
In a VIP, nuff gyal on me
Too bad I can't help this jezzie
SD with me, two G's with me
Shell so hotels get messy
See opps in the field, get messy
Them yutes been lying
We hotstep and get pressy
Deadly, run for their life, they're leggy
[Verse 5: Dig Dat]
Plain white T on my ironing board
You know I gotta press out the crease
Skin fade with new J's
This dust on the floor just fell out my fleece
I just came out the trap with Dave
I always let him test out a piece
But this flake no less than a eight
That's slate, ten-ten got the best in the streets
Plus, twenty one days on losses, lost that privilege, PS2
Spilt paint on all four pockets, call these vintage DSQ's
It's a hundred percent all cotton
Mask on, witness, can't see through
It's a hundred percent all cotton
Mask on, witness, can't see through

[Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski]
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
Just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
But you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling
Local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones
One jarring, ayy tell her to move