AirForce - DigDat

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

Ay yo, it’s Dotty on the beat

Ay, CZR you did a mazza still

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

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)

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

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')