Ya Digg

(album: G.D.O.D. II - 2014)

[T.I.:]
Leggo

[Shad Da God & T.I.:]
Yeah, you know I'm riding with that sig (hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playing big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfucking tell us (turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talking slick bout the kid (hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playing with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfucking kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split

[Travi$ Scott:]
Go on and let me dim the white light, burn the white candles
Get a white girl out her white dress, down to white sandals (ya dig?)
The only stars in astrology that's making profits
Prophets on the rocket, like my city, we don't need the comet
And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce, nonce
My girl look like a Nicki Rihanna, Minaj, Grande Yonce
There he go on a pedestal, you need better dude
I told her that ABC not ABC, no public school they want to steel
Still pushing packs, pushing on some mule shit
I'm over nighting and lbs relaxed on some cool shit
When the sun go down we jump around we off the shits
Don't under digg, the kids
Leggo

[Shad Da God & T.I.:]
Yeah, you know I'm riding with that 6 (hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playing big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfucking tell us (turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talking slick bout the kid (hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playing with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfucking kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split

[Spodee:]
Yeah its the motherfucking kid bitch
You know I got my sig bitch
You can get your wig split

My shoes from Italy fuck you ain't feeling me
Cause issues we ain't living it making mills for my children
Steady stacking my bills without Hillary
In the streets a nigga plugged in like auxiliary
God willing I keep killing all these tracks and shit
I been selling crack so long I got calluses
Wrapping mid up that just fell of a big truck
Riding with sticks cause I got a name I'm establishing
Blunt filled wit' green, pockets filled with cabbage
Word to [?] we some young money savages
I just called two hoes and they gon' blow me like a clarinet

[Shad Da God & T.I.:]
Yeah, you know I'm riding with that sig (hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playing big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfucking tell us (turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talking slick bout the kid (hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playing with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfucking kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split

[T.I.:]
Designer, on my momma
Fresh shit like Obama, I probably get that going wind
See all the brick we just be blowing them
Hustle gang
Listen up if I say a duck or pull a truck
Don't ask something, .45 hook your lil ass up
And guess what
If I see a flick or pull a tree

But don't be staring at me
Man I'm a G, thats some shit today you rarely see
I been trapping since all I day was a prayer and a key
Man, ou get caught I bet you sing like a parakeet
They say the proof is in the pudding, you don't see it, ain't looking
Man I-I-I'm certified, spread from Cali to Brooklyn
In the chi, I'm providing all the hoods with sugar
I'm super solid, pure gangster til my casket
Respect or we gon' blast for that

[Shad Da God & T.I.:]
Yeah, you know I'm riding with that sig (hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playing big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfucking tell us (turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talking slick bout the kid (hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playing with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfucking kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split