"Dig These Blues" lyrics
(feat. Big Tonka)
Balling
I'ma break the struts
Leather plush, that's butter guts
Trunk lift from remote touch
In a bumper drop, just like my nuts
On your chin, once again
I'm back again, for the win
Flawless carot cut, on the grin
Mr. Cartoon inked the skin
Mr. Johnny Dang iced me up
If you ask the price, it'll hurt your feelings
I earned it all, yeah, no stealing
Drinking problem, so I'm ice grilling
No feelings involved
Never change, just evolve
Big boss, that shot call
Bleach white, on the white Wall
No black magic or [?]
Pimping wheel, got a special mix
Rest in peace to Big Mix, broke 'em off, they gon' need a fix
Call the flatbed, they need a lift
They gon' need a toe
I'm on my toes
No love fo hoes, fo shit show
I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Catolack, with extra drip
Three of them, that's a tripple threat
Add 80 paint a mile, dripping wet
Trunk wave, that's a ripple effect
Simple as that, I'm a head turner
Bending corners, they rubbernecking
Act an ass, I'm showing naked
I'm first place and second
Houston Texas, that's what I'm repping
Whide slanging, bumper hanging
Old school, rather ainchent
Had the link and that was color changing
Make the payment, cash me out
Catch me out there breaking necks
I'ma break 'em off, so place your bets
When I'm gone, I'll leave the whole paivment wet
Chase the check, that's what I do
So what it do?
Where it's at?
Got a big bag like I overpacked
Trunk cracked, I'ma swang the lack
Step back, while I work the wheel
Showing skill, I'ma handle mine
All real at all times
I put it down, so dig these blues
I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
I'ma break the struts
Leather plush, that's butter guts
Trunk lift from remote touch
In a bumper drop, just like my nuts
On your chin, once again
I'm back again, for the win
Flawless carot cut, on the grin
Mr. Cartoon inked the skin
Mr. Johnny Dang iced me up
If you ask the price, it'll hurt your feelings
I earned it all, yeah, no stealing
Drinking problem, so I'm ice grilling
No feelings involved
Never change, just evolve
Big boss, that shot call
Bleach white, on the white Wall
No black magic or [?]
Pimping wheel, got a special mix
Rest in peace to Big Mix, broke 'em off, they gon' need a fix
Call the flatbed, they need a lift
They gon' need a toe
I'm on my toes
No love fo hoes, fo shit show
I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Catolack, with extra drip
Three of them, that's a tripple threat
Add 80 paint a mile, dripping wet
Trunk wave, that's a ripple effect
Simple as that, I'm a head turner
Bending corners, they rubbernecking
Act an ass, I'm showing naked
I'm first place and second
Houston Texas, that's what I'm repping
Whide slanging, bumper hanging
Old school, rather ainchent
Had the link and that was color changing
Make the payment, cash me out
Catch me out there breaking necks
I'ma break 'em off, so place your bets
When I'm gone, I'll leave the whole paivment wet
Chase the check, that's what I do
So what it do?
Where it's at?
Got a big bag like I overpacked
Trunk cracked, I'ma swang the lack
Step back, while I work the wheel
Showing skill, I'ma handle mine
All real at all times
I put it down, so dig these blues
I'm 'bout to make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
Make them dig these blues
Dig these blues
Dig these blues
