6ix 9ine - DigDat, K-Trap

Ay CZR, you did a mazza still

Like, like

My fiend say I got top gear like F1

Blue Moncler or my red one

Bro let it beat like M1

Pray for a redrum but he didn’t get one

If you shoot like Eto’o

Got his gloves on, grip this twelve

Got bro on the wing with the S. O

'Cause he got nicked with a shell

S press on grab locks TT’s

Got hotspot like BT

If I step with six in the nine

Let it sing like FEFE

Don’t wanna see me

My new ting brown like RiRi

Step out fleeky, lovin' my VV

Still make money when I wake up

Count these bands when I wake up

Buss down Cuban, came with a pocket one

Of all these tops now I’ve only got the bottom one

Didn’t trust that grub, body lockin' some

I’ll wait for the proper one to come

Hand ting with the drum

Stay, get shot or run

Push button ting, no key in the whip

Pulled up, it was me on that strip

She a one night ting, I won’t do her again

Like, babes can I get me a friend

Drop that top, ten bags on the dash

When I’m slappin' the Benz

Keeps callin', can I get a tester?

Switch that Vespa, he wants one extra

Just sold me a corner

Now it’s snowin' prawn tempura

Four on a door, let it dry on a saucer

Bad B too needy, block that bitch

Now she rings no caller

Six in the spin, it’s a Smith like Jorja

Better draw that chalker

Sip on Ace of Spades

Shell down shows in clubs, don’t dance

On Snapchat showin' these diamonds

Now I’ve got peng ones sendin' me hearts

This t-shirt made by Fendi

Bag on my jeans and I copped like twenty

Same Air Max, get trappy

I swear my old pairs got rubbed

I was savin' shots, now my crep look newer

Cut me a cheque, I’m up

PYT, she’s penger than peng

Bro’s tryna front up her friend

Bro’s tryna front up her—

Bro’s tryna front up her—