Letra Digg par Germ

I'm runnin' to the check like a sport
Shorty as thick as a horse
I'm servin' that b*t*h out the Porsche
And no, we don't f**k with the narcs
Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark
Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that sh*t smell like a fart
Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg
Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up
Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup

New Maybach, I need me a driver
like a virus
They cuttin' the check on the [?]
Lil shorty, I need me a rider
We stashin' them bricks in the safehouse
Three hundred, now give me a Wraith now
Instagram, I'm flexin' the bankrolls
Like the army, I got me a tank
Kill that n***a and keep me the [?]
All my sins, they don't get erased
I knew that I'd make me a way
I knew that I'd make me a way
I'm whippin' a Lamb, not a Lotus
I'm stackin' the money, get focused
In New York, I gotta keep me a [?]
'Cause these pu**y a** n***as be hating
Call my mama and tell her I made it
In the middle of the day I get faded
Middle of the day, I get faded
But I'll never forget 'bout the paper
I'll never forget 'bout my guys
I'll never forget 'bout my slimes
That's why I gotta keep me some fye
I'm runnin' to the check like a sport
Shorty as thick as a horse
I'm servin' that b*t*h out the Porsche
And no, we don't f**k with the narcs
Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark
Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that sh*t smell like a fart
Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg
Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up
Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup (One time, BADSH*T!)

I can't feel my face, I'm off a perky, b*t*h I'm stuck
Cartis on my face and I don't know which way is up
And we done post up with them chops, ride with the fye
And my n***a had it loaded, you wan' slide, you gon' die
Bunch of heavy metal toters, better run, better hide
Bet I'll catch yo' a** outside, 556 in when he slide
Glocks in the front way, out here spazzin'
B*t*hes out here clappin', I don't know which way is up
We done took a couple b*t*hes and you know it's goin' up
Ridin' with my choppers and they fully loaded
I want all the smoke, [?] steady smokin'

I'm runnin' to the check like a sport
Shorty as thick as a horse
I'm servin' that b*t*h out the Porsche
And no, we don't f**k with the narcs
Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark
Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that sh*t smell like a fart
Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg
Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up
Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup