Correction Lyrics Yeah U Digg by FXXXXY

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Yeah, icy in this bitch, ya feel me?
Omar in this bitch, you feel me?
No cap, CC
My pops was in the military, you feel me? Pops was a marine

All the diamonds came in black
Before we hang up on the phone we say "slatt" nigga
Made my bitch get a Taliban tat nigga
Odell Beckham, yeah, the watch cost six figures
Balenciaga super soaker, get your block hit up
I just fucked a groupie throat up then I hit her chest up
We gon' hang up out the window 'cause we stick together
Sound like Juvenile, get your bitch set up
Send her to the graveyard, we got vendettas
He just socked the teacher wife, he don't know better
Yeah, he sipping on a pint in the Continental
Fucker her mouth upright before the dinner
Bitches don't know how to splash, yeah, I splash more than yo bitch
Even the preacher gang band, we fucked up in this shit, yeah
Under my mama's bed, there's a mask and a clip
Got a boujee bitch and I taught her how to sit
I'll bang the set on Barbara Walters, give a shit
Kaine in this bitch, I'm a menace, get you tipped, yeah
Lil' nigga look like TI, he with the shits, yeah
Make the Glock sound like (hi-hat sound effect), you a bitch, yeah
I got German Shepherds but I speak to them in French, yeah
Feel like Cardi B, yeah, I'm pretty than a bitch, yeah
I went out of bounds and bought a ring, she used to strip, yeah
If her phone ring then I'm fucking all her friends, yeah

Yeah, ya dig?
100,000 for a bust down, yeah, ya dig?
Got your location pinned down, yeah, ya dig?
Know it's smoke if you come around, yeah, ya dig?
200 on the watch, yeah, ya dig?
She's truna fuck everybody on the guestlist
Went to IG and counted for my ex-bitch
20,000, 30,000, hold up, wait a sec

She's tryna bet the house on me, that's a safe bet
I just fucked her friend in leather with no latex
We'll wet up Usher 'bout all them confessions
Yeah, FXXXXY waka flocka with the Gucci, yeah
All these diamonds, better refer to me as a space cadet
Get your chin check by a nigga in Louis rags
Gucci shoes leave a print in your goofy ass
My nigga in school, he kept a strap like a hall pass
Rub my dick on your bitch face like it's Carmex
Setbacks, run that, run past
Underestimate a real nigga, that's where you fall at
I done got so many calls this week and I ain't call back
Adios, I'm in my zone
Send a code to cross you out the loop in my interlude
Fuck it, I ain't talking no more
Write it on an envelope
Eenie, meanie, minie, more
You don't know what time we on
Nigga, I got a mill' on it that, nigga, we rock designer more
You can bet a mill' on it, and we ain't spill nothing
Ichiban Don, I had a will and put some wheels on it
Y'all niggas tat anime
We got some tears on us
Cartier bib on me
Look at how it's sitting on me
I did it my way
Carlito, I'm all regal
Two things I ain't stressed about, bitches and small people
Rapstars, fuck rockstars, my niggas' all illegal
I ain't never gave a fuck about none of the fucking Beatles
All my dogs sipping on lean look like they hit the needle
Fuck Guns N' Roses, at the funeral we had guns and roses
New to the block, oh, shit, we call that green day
Blink-182 two times when they notice your watch face

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