No Diet - Digga D

Ghosty

Cop it, lock it, sell it

Rob it, fly it

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet

Whip it, set it

Flick it, cheff it

Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)

Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)

Rob it, fly it (Brrr)

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)

You know-you know seh the gun then buss

Lean, lean with the gun like Russ

No one ain’t dyin', they’re lyin' on us

No carb in the yard then I’m flyin' it dust (Whi-pow)

Truss, no loyalty, she’s linin' 'em up

No royalty, your queen give it up

Cheff chest and back, I’m leavin' him rubbed (Ching, ching, ching)

Up and down, no seesaw

Detour, oi, dodge that nee-naw

I got six and if you add three more

Then I’m somewhere where I might get recalled

And I’m tired of seein' the can

Whole ting get shell down

(Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi-woi)

Got the fairy .44, big bang (Bubu)

Bro don’t box like Joshua, shank game popular

Do man proper, shotta

Throw me a box and I got ya

Man take risks for the pounds and prosper

Prosper, they had me in the can like Foster

Let the Star buck for the cream, no Costa (Cream)

That nigga don’t really want beef

Who’s copyin' me?

Some silly imposter

Whip it, set it

Flick it, cheff it

Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)

Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)

Rob it, fly it (Brrr)

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)

Whip it, set it

Flick it, cheff it

Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)

Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)

Rob it, fly it (Brrr)

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)

Spill some juice, KA

And it was a carnival crush when bro CJ got three in a day (Ching)

Seventeen with a .38 (Bow)

Praying that they come my way

.32, .25's and .40's

Conceived in the nineties (Nineties)

Born in the noughties

Cover these tats' when I’m goin' on walkies

No porkies, jail house filled stories

OT, hit town, need more fiends

So I’m on the M, switch lane like Tory (Skrr)

Bill up my spot and I’m leavin' it gory

Surely, surely

Bro’s faster, he’ll do it before me (Neeaw)

You want it?

I got it, call me

I whip it and lock it at Pauly’s

This one’s feelin' horny

Got a rusty ting from South with the mouth

She ain’t gettin' more than Morleys

I’ma buss in her mouth by all means

Whip it, set it

Flick it, cheff it

Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)

Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)

Rob it, fly it (Brrr)

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)

Whip it, set it

Flick it, cheff it

Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu)

Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money)

Rob it, fly it (Brrr)

Drop it, dry it

It’s there on demand, I supply it

You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet)