Ya Digg - Lost Tapes 2017

Saint Laurent, we poppin' 'til the bands go

Count it up with numbers in the bando

My young niggas countin' bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

My dope boys countin' bands to this

My lil' shooters countin' bands to this

We gon' get this money that's the plan, ya digg

Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is

.40 on my waist I can't dance to this

I just hold the corner and I slang to this

Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this

No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya digg

Pull up on Collins, whippin' the 'Rari, diamonds collidin'

You wit' a bad bitch, she don't know me, nigga doubt it

I put a bitch in pilates, I'ma fly her to Bahamas

Fuck a bad bitch one day, man, next day got an Audi

Young niggas and we wilin', rich niggas and we rowdy

My bad bitches makin' plans to this

Why they trap niggas weighin' grams to this?

Take a flight and fly back to the yams, ya digg

Hit the corner, hustle me a Lamb, ya digg

We sippin' X till we can't stand this shit

Wake up at the EPIC wit' a Spanish bitch

Last night, film it like a Spanish flick

Got it on my shirt, I'm like, "Damn, ya digg"

Throwin' 36 on the fish scale

Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell, uh

'Cause we poppin' off the yams, ya digg

Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya digg[Pre-Chorus]

Saint Laurent, we poppin' 'til the bands go

Count it up with numbers in the bando

My young niggas countin' bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

My dope boys countin' bands to this

My lil' shooters countin' bands to this

We gon' get this money that's the plan, ya digg

Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is

.40 on my waist I can't dance to this

I just hold the corner and I slang to this

Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this

No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya digg

Uh, look at these diamonds

All in the Rollie, when niggas are wilin'

Whippin' it stolen, my shooters are violent

My niggas will hurt you, all of my niggas will murk you

Most of these killers is my niggas, ya digg

Praying 'bout the sins that we committed, ya digg

Or we hit that lick and then go missing, ya digg

Covered up the tattoos case the kid on the vid

Tryna put my dawg on but he doin' a bid

Boy, I got you 'til your home, take care of you and your kid, uh

My lil' shooters countin' bands to this

Hoppin' out, and shootin' out the van to this

Baby mama cryin', you can't plan for this

Said you lay it down and they like, "Damn, you did"

You hit that strip like a driveway

Click, automatic clip shootin' sideways, oh

Still stickin' to the plan, ya digg

Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya digg