Digga D - Folknem Lyrics

(X10)
CGM
(Beam me up Scotty)
Double Tap (ya-yow)
(Supreme)
Savage, ZK
Back to back, we back our straps
Man get whacked

Ayy, look, yo, are you listenin'?
Wet- on his head, had to Christen him
Got done times two, tryna triple him
Take his trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him
If he's-, I'ma catch him and cripple him
Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'
Yo, finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him
Bro, he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him
This light skin bitch here, she flippin' it
Come to bad man an dwan' talk 'bout lickin' it
Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it
He ran off again, little chicken shit
Yo, I own all my guns I ain't trippin' him
Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him
But I'm mortal, show 'em 'bout Kombat
Come back, swing my long shank and finish him
You got a problem, solve that
Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yoke that
Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that
You're on the wing, better swing and assault that
Hold that, twenty-one days ain't nothin', you joke man
Yo fam, you're better, no fear, no man
Can't see man that's ten years older
Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan
So fam, how can I rate them old men?
Still young but I been out from '010
Told them, "Don't get comfy in Golborne"
They didn't listen we caught 'em and showed 'em
I took their mashes and went off and sold 'em
Multiple splashes, you got left soakin'
Pull up and smoke them
On folknem

If I shoot my shot then I scored in a hundred percent
Man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)
Don't come to block it's scary, Insidious
Prince in the West, no William (Insidious)
Dead ting dead, she hideous
Work rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)
Man down, man down, now I'm billin' him
Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it
Sick in my head, I'm psycho
And there's no way I could sleep on a vio
Come to the wild get hit by the rhino, rhino
Mercy the G like Stylo (yow)
G like Herbo, G like Polo
I'll take that risk on my solo
Nah mad over no gyal, but I'm loco
Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo (bro bro)
My dargs, they're mad, can't tame it
He ain't rid back, all now, I don't blame him
Two machines, one new, one ancient
I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him
Try front page him, boots with laces
CBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'
Invasion, if I know where you're stayin'
How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?

I beg man don't insult my intelligence
Back then it was rusty Remingtons
Hit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)
In the T with B on the side not a brown one from Bellingham (no)
We know their work rate is irrelevant
Nine out of ten of their fingers celibate (dickhead)
Man make corn fly like Emirates
See them leggin' it, still keep pressin' it (baow, baow)
My little bro keeps movin' too wild
Tryna leave him pronounced, make that definite
Tapped bro, I don't think they're gettin' it
Still ain't levellin', shotgun specialist
ZK, I'm the youngest president
I was fifteen, I had big man beggin' it
I'm petty, wing beef, ain't deadin' it
CR at my door like, "Why you not settlin'?" (Ayy, f*ck off)
Buck up, I'm wettin' him
If it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (f*ckin' savage)
Rev that ped with adrenaline
Sav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him
Slip up, I'll sever him, pepper him
Shave his head just like Mo Better did
That's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)

All you fake rap niggas are tarnished
CGM we're the hardest
Big waps, yeah, we blast it
Ya-yow