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Digga e Sav'o
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M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat
I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again (bu bu)
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs? (who?)
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
Popo kicked in the door
Found so much grub in the yard and seized it (thieves)
They know it ain't personal use
I ain't smoking food so they nicked me for PWITS (never)
T-T, not remixed, glide with heart, man do it and mean it (I do)
Step for the K like nizz
Bro jacked her son, MJ then Jean'd it (ching)
The 32 spinner, it's dirty
Still bareback that slut, no rubbers (bore)
Truss, you don't wanna get stung cah
Pills won't help that burn, on my mother's (no)
Rambisha left man leaking, still discharge, that's dirty lovers
Pull out and buss, no fuss, truss
I take the risk for my brothers (mum)
And hang out the ride like my man
From Boyz n the Hood and slap that gauge (bu bu)
I just sold eight in seven days, I want it in loaf like Dej
OT trips, T-T, no ticks, three bags change for twenty one days
There's no way you're a savage
You got no heart like 21 says (pew-pew)
Just got a call from Ian, he said that he wants three B (buj)
Wrap it in rizz, that's orange
Just got a four so I need three G's (ay help me out)
Bro just got a O too
He wants me to wash it, I'll do it for free (whip it)
I'll make this T mobile and live in the whip with light and B (trap)
I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again (bu bu)
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs? (who?)
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
On the net you can say what you want
Live in the flesh, better back that chat (back it)
If corn gets crashed at us
I'll put it on my life that we're slapping back (slap it)
Went two opp blocks in a day and on both
Of the blocks where corn got crashed (JS)
Everyday gotta take that risk
That could be by trap or glides with gang
Back it and bark it, push bike, chance it (bow)
Man back beef or start it, take mans shit, I'm telling not asking (no)
Step outside with the largest
Aim up high, dump off at the target (bow)
She wan' give blows and beat but man
Can't jeet if the gyal can't arch it
I'm banned from talking loose, if I could I'd tell you 'bout drillings (drillings)
Most of them are stab victims, trust me
The scoreboard's looking all different (dickhead)
Bang on the opps, get bands, give me the drop I'll slide I'm itching
Don't talk about taking risk
When you know that you don't wan' risk it (gang)
Brown and peng, golden lighties, ebonies onto the Sav (woi oi)
Get neck off a blue foot gyal then dash
No way can she flex 'round man (no way)
Hella empty threats get sent
None of these paigons ride on gang (some dickheads)
Reload then flip that pack or stain, anyway I'mma get that cash
(Trappin') I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
I went jail and the shooting stopped
Came back out and it started again (bu bu)
Let me ask you a question
Who you think's really blasting their skengs? (who?)
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss
They kick up a fuss and blame my friends
M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat