G2 - Ya Dig Lyrics

Uh ya dig
Uh ya dig
Uh ya dig ya dig ya dig
Uh ya dig
Uh ya dig
Uh ya dig ya dig

He wanna scrap he dead
He wanna rap he fig
That boy is a rat he fed
He wanna cap what said
I'm after racks instead
Ain't nun to chase that bread
Keep that bitch on my lap when I'm up in the raq cause if I ever lack I'm dead
He wanna bump no acne
This a race to the top no track meet
Used to run with them niggas that clap people
Same niggas with me eating crab meat
Same niggas with me eating zaxbys
Or on the same street where Saks be
Still selling Mary Kate and Ashley
Get whatever whenever they ain't gotta ask me
Uh grahh uh grahh
My bitch strapped up in her bra
I'm the type to ride around and be cool
Still strapped up in the car
Matter of fact I'm the type to act like we cool and still gone shoot up your block
Ever got chased right after school make you not wanna get up tomorrow
Still tryna stomp the yard
Still tryna f*ck ya broad
I'm still goin hard
Still tryna play my part
Still tryna play my cards right
I'm tryna obey the law
And I still hate the law Ight them bitches gave me a charge
Me and Milano dripped in Milano we in the vip and they brought out the bottles
And you know the gang came with some models
You know they gone suck it swallow
Twelve can't stop shit shout out to Ralo
Bought a new car shit like I hit the lotto
Enter with caution my niggas done shot hoes
We dodging bitches like potholes
Turn my grind up till I can't no more
Ima spend it till I can't no more
Mac elevens nines glocks Ks' galore
Now I'm winning nigga praise
The lord

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