"YA DIGG" lyrics

EST Gee & EST SkiMike Lyrics

"YA DIGG"

Yeah, I'm really the one run this bitch, ya dig?
I can get it done off the strength, ya dig?
The hood showed me love before, I got rich, ya dig?
They see me go from crumbs to a brick, ya dig?
We got all the drugs 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We got all the guns 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We really the ones run this bitch, ya dig?

The same hand lift the doors up
Same hand I cook dope up
The same hands hit your bros up
Then play like I ain't know nothin'
When they saw her window, thought she witnessed a explosion
No man next to six, dude, trynna make lil' dude hit a donut
Shoutout to Kehlani, we fold shit too, but not clothes up
I hit licks on papi in my projects on my own plug
When Ric had his Audi, they want book me but I own clubs
We ain't forget 'bout it, all that hate, kno we got they hoes fucked
I ain't heard nothin' bout him
Not no robbery, show ain't smoke nothin'
Bodies, bodies, bodies bought that Glock to beef my hoe up
Bounty on him probably be so much, can't trust a soul, huh
Know that he told you 'bout me
You can't say that you ain't know nothin'

I'm really the one run this bitch, ya dig?
I can get it done off the strength, ya dig?
The hood showed me love before I got rich, ya dig?
They see me go from crumbs to a brick, ya dig?
We got all the drugs 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We got all the guns 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We really the ones run this bitch, ya dig?
We really the ones run this bitch, ya dig?

Back in that mode, I'm on that road with a hunnid some P's
Fuck a label, I got my deal with a hunnid some G's
I'm in the ville the feds hot like a hundred degrees
I ain't never hiding come outside you goin' run into ski
I'm in the whip its on my lap and it ain't under the seats
Big booty freak, clappin' cheeks while I'm countin' this cheese
You really thuggin', bitch, I bet you done heard a ski
And if not, then all you need to know is first degree
I ain't no rapper, I'm a trapper, I ain't just murdering beats
If I ain't rappin', hit me back and I got work for cheap
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, they can't fuck with Ski
They can't fuck with G, they can't fuck with me

I'm really the one run this bitch, ya dig?
I can get it done off the strength, ya dig?
The hood show me love, before I got rich, ya dig?
They see me go from crumbs to a brick, ya dig?
We got all the drugs 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We got all the guns 'round this bitch, ya dig?
We really the ones run this bitch, ya dig?
We really the ones run this bitch, ya dig?


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