LAAAWWWWD GYAD!!! THIS MADD!! BAAAAAH!!!!!!

Hey I don’t chit chat
Flip that,
Bought a pound,
And I love how it kicks back,
Big facts if your gal got a big 
Back, low dat,  big mon on the wing 
He a bow cat, I don’t chat to niggas
I just fall back,
Big duty woi 
For the combat 
Independent I don’t know about contracts
Give me my money up front.
No back ends
I ain’t with the batty mon talking.
Give gal pay wood-like coffin…
Get away with a bag of that coughing
Outside with dealers and bosses 
Broke niggas keeps dealing with  losses
In the apartments, dirty ass carpets
Roaches, can’t even deal with the crosses 
Seen a man get open what is he 
A fish 

Yo I hear them
Calling calling,
My balls dey in her hole Spalding
Pompous,
Digging my draws  for the lama 
Comma, Lickle mon chill with drama,
My blockchain real old like pardna 
Big gun big gun
Run like Donna 
Run-trip and bun like Easter,
Big batty gal
Get a forward Jesus 
Look how she wine up,
Fine up,
Yard gal, say the pum - pum stay tight up,
Wife up, Rambo Anglo-Saxon get slice up 
And if I see another Rasta mon in J.A
With a white man on his bumper
No more trips for the summer 
Taking my talents to Russia 
I drink a magnum 
Beat dat 
I got a hand gun 
Beat dat 
I don’t put my hands on women
I put my hands on idiots 
I don’t under
You ain’t in jail 
But you paid for a naked picture 
I’m using my hands
I ain’t got to pay no bitch 
I was raised a little different 
and don’t get caught 
If you doing a crime 
I said this a million times,
I said this before, I’ll say it again
You can hear one more time 
Back my hood again
Your girlfriend
Whooshing whooshing well
I swear that she went to Yale 
She swears that she would yell
I swear that I wouldn’t tell,
I swear on my moms my dear 
Your girlfriend  whooshing whooshing well
Curl mans toes  with her tongue
I swear 
Back to the Chinging 
You know mans get Chingy
I ain’t used my blade in a minute,
Gun getting warm I ain’t blaze in minute 
Done with the song 
My agent wicked

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Lyrics :
Digga D :
Don't compare me to Fred, we ain't nuttin' alike
Who the fuck has he got on his knife?
Opps said that they took my eye, they lied
I got cheffed by a random guy
My man was gassed when they did that
Had to sit back, and let him talk some more
I only got three stitches but he got caught and got forty more
I'll kick out your teeth, don't compare me to Russ
We ain't the same calibre
Mr. Crud weren't on no crud when we took his jewels
Plus we chinged his manager
Don't compare me to Central Cee
He just stood there and watched when we chinged his brother
I went to jail for that little fucker
I still came home to the nicest supper
I caught Zino and I shanked him
Spilt blood all over the landing
I heard I was wet in jail
They must not know about man's ting
I cheffed Deebo as well
Sliced him open where he was standing
Jordan got cheffed on the wing
Plus I gunbucked Quickz with a handting
Sav'O :
I'm back on roads and I'm making it known
I get niggas down and I'm still getting dough
Who said that you can't do both?
Try slide on the guys, you ain't making it home
Man hop out the Benz that's spragga
Mans got tools, bare nails for the hammer
In the large coat like Michael Dapaah
Black like Panther, turn man ghost like Casper
Horrid 1 :
They see Horrid1 and they panic
I meant that, when I cheff that
Tryna put the whole rambo in his neck-back
Get back, don't get hit with this lead fam
Lay your hand on bro, you're a dead man
I said that
Trust me, you'll regret that
I watch Quickz on his knees just beg man, praying
"Huncho don't cheff man"
I done jail on my own, I done jail with the gang, I don't need no one around to be bad, it's sad I can't rely on the gang
But I had some P just stashed on the road, I made mum send food at bank, now I'm good for camps
Yo, don't get comfy on the wing if you ain't my gang, I've smashed up man for bants
Sav'O:
Been chingy since school, bare man can vouch, just used my ching now the 'copter's out
Splash that up, why's dookie screaming? I keep splashin' til I hear no sound
We got niggas down from jail to road
Bare bandwagon yutes who we beefin' now?
Stop talkin' 'bout trappin' and drillin', you don't do none, pop down, you're down and out
You're not on it, be honest
You ain't on smoke so don't act like you're on that
The opp block's vacant, yo where the opps at?
Step 4K, only aim is to drop that
Yo let me cop that, I want that, soon as I want it the man ain't got that
If she ain't got back, no I won't chop dat
He got got and all now he ain't got back
Horrid1:
My broski smokes so much loud like Snoop, it's dog that he's billin' up
Two shanks on the mains man done it broad day, made the ambulance pick him up
You miss TeeWizz? Go dig him up
Know the opps and the Feds are sick of us
'Cause the pagans all been touched and the police can't get rid of us
Everyone that I cheff seems to jump off road
I left my man in an absolute mess, life support machine, was tense and stressed
"Fuck that shit, can't go through it again" - that's what they say when they're stretched in a hospital bed surrounded by all their friends
A couple man from the ends were moving wet in this beef, the man got put on the bench
Sav'O:
Any time that I step out I'm aiming for murder
Striker, Luger, he a lurker
Two with one dap tap that burner
It could be petty, I'm taking it further
The beef ain't petty, my batch get cheffy
Go and ask Dappz how I left man curl up
Just saw a snap of the opps tryna turn up
Party done when the gangdem turn up
Horrid1:
Suck ya mother, pussy
Party's done, gang business man
We made the parties done, we made the fuckin' parties done
I wish my name was on that list, man would have crossed it off
We made the west wild
Fumez the Engineer


Digga D X Horrid1 X Sav'O - Plugged In W/Fumez The Engineer

Plugged In W / Digga D x Horrid1 X Sav'O

Friday

Ride W/A Pimp

I’m hotta than 350 in  fish grease, ripelys 
Believe it or not I’m a big deal 

Big Mac I rather the toys with the kids meal 

Fuck that American x how kick grills



Respect money and violence 
Im never in the middle,
Like Simon 
I and I  keep getting better with timing


Rhyming made a few racks 
Cop diamonds 
Shining!!





I don’t drink red strip ever since that duppy walked in with a bright pink dress on,

I don’t know About you?  But I’ll eat your food
If you bad like mike with the glove on 


The pastor beat my wrist I’m not gonna lie
Till this day I’m pissed.



What’s up with relationships 
Some gal just can’t tech dick 


Mon depon some Kingston ting 
Bad Mon over dere don’t drink 


Me no dey in a no arguing ting 
Swing pon who?
Yo give him two wings 


How I made it they mad tho 
Was in my briefs on my debut album 

Okay  step on the gas
In chrome hearts 
But they don’t ear  me something like Mozart 

Yo if bad mon hafi double tap pon dem

Push back mek gal all crawl pon bed 

Alright 

Me know know bout you 
But me know bout me 
Gal a ball and beg 



Just buy two brand new shoes from leng 

No man can tell me to move awf the ends






Bring the box with the blue tip 
Lay pon belly in a dark and shoot it
Call batty boy Ashanti dem foolish 


Okay  step on the gas
In chrome hearts 
But they don’t ear  me something like Mozart 

Hook 

I’m hotta than 350 in  fish grease, ripelys 
Believe it or not I’m a big deal 

Big Mac I rather the toys with the kids meal 

Fuck that American x how kick grills



Respect money and violence 
Im never in the middle,
Like Simon 
I and I  keep getting better with timing


Rhyming made a few racks 
Cop diamonds 
Shining!!


Bad Mon what you know about warring
Mad max sharpen the knife and carve him 


Put two in his head and one In his back 
I never heard a dead man talking 

Just brought a new gun and the shit go 
Boom boom when I see my target 


You know what the ends and the block got in common 
Those loud ass sirens coming 

No falling back if you know what’s gwanning 

Just linked with a brand new Barbie 
Darling  

Tech this pack that’s shaped like Spaulding 
Dash wey your phone 
When you reach that market 

Honey I’m home 
And the Glock get cartridge 


Not good if that mans in black 
With a face mask on 
Then you know mans strapped 

ain’t going to atl 

They  build off case 
If they know you rap 


I might just fly her out 
When I'm  flying back 
That’s a major slap  

And it’s amazing that 
Streamed 2 mill
They ain’t paid me yet

 Mon depon some Kingston ting 
Bad Mon over dere don’t drink 


Me no dey in a no arguing ting 
Swing pon who?
Yo give him two wings 


How I made it they mad tho 
Was in my briefs on my debut album 

Okay  step on the gas
In chrome hearts 
But they don’t ear  me something like Mozart 

Hook

I’m hotta than 350 in  fish grease, ripelys 
Believe it or not I’m a big deal 

Big Mac I rather the toys with the kids meal 

Fuck that American x how kick grills



Respect money and violence 
Im never in the middle,
Like Simon 
I and I  keep getting better with timing


Rhyming made a few racks 
Cop diamonds 
Shining!!
X2

I’m hotta than 350 in  fish grease, ripelys 
Believe it or not I’m a big deal 

Big Mac I rather the toys with the kids meal 

Fuck that American x how kick grills



Respect money and violence 
Im never in the middle,
Like Simon 
I and I  keep getting better with timing


Rhyming made a few racks 
Cop diamonds 
Shining!!

Woi

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