Ya Dig Lyrics

Oh yeah, Rick

Ya Dig

Ya Dig

Ya Dig

Look, I told my bitch it's a lot of hoes don't want your nigga

I like facing, pouring ounces, smoking runtz and barely spilling

You send some shots down to the team, we tryna send yall boys to the ceiling

Mike Jack, I'm in her dreams, got so many hoes, I be thrillin

Lil' bro, he pop so many P's, he put the P in penicillin

It's a blicky in my jeans, open carry, ain't no concealing

Wouldn't bless her if she sneezed, that's my money, I can't be spending

Think how your people's finna grieve, cause you doing all that pretending

I was broke down bad, but I got back up

Alcohol, Perkys and lean, all in my bladder

She fucking off, just to get one back at me, but it don't matter

Aye the streets already had her

Yeah, I just hit the mall and walked up out that bitch, with like 20 bags

Amiri jeans, ripped off at the knees, look like we Crips, with flags

Yea we get it fast, pull up, hop out, swerve or see me blowin' past

I know this hoe won't last, wanna go back and forth and don't do what I ask

Can't be creasing up my sneaks, in the field we got our cleats

Feel like Wayne in 06, feed me rappers, feed me beats

Y'all been heating up my seats, man, I got them lil' boys beat

Popping out like hot grease, fucked your main bitch in yo sheets

Get to know me now cause don't say that I changed when I get up

Yeah, I seen your bitch around, she through the brain yea she a slut

Gave me the runaround, but still knocked that shit down just like a put

I can't give up the crown, I walk around this bitch like I'm King Tut

I can't be touched