Digga D - 6+4 lyrics

M1OnTheBeat what's that, Cali?

In the studio with bro
Smoking chro' and it's Cali
If the cats weren't careful of the obbo
Use a bally white tee on
Moving John Wayne with the swammy
Two-on-two at the Tesco
Three-on-three at the alley
44s in a bag, half a B with the strali
Five-Five dusty inches when he
Flinches from the sammy
Six 6s, I was 7+, seven with the ammi
All facts, bro
Had to bank it up like it was Hali'
She came to my crib for a session
Came West for the wood
She ain't shy, takes Charlie for the nose
The coke's good
I just hope that it's the same when
I wash it and it should cah if not
I ain't putting mediocre in my hood
When I'm playing with the yola, baking soda
Let it cook real pain, no shame
I heard you're nyaming out the puss'
I put white in my city
I'm a shepherd in a bush
Push a suttin' in your
Tee, bleached the flicky, stay shush
I don't know about college no more
Straight cash, had to catch up like Heinz
Left a banger in the mash
In the pen like ink in the bin like trash
If the buj come in good
Mix the buj with the bash
Roll it up, lemme light it, no diet
Feelin' frass, I won't rise it
I'm not fryin', no lyin'
I'ma crash, I'ma crash
Dead it like a zoot, hit a roach, leavin' ash

Ring, ring, that's Alan that's bellin' me
"Yo, Alan, what you tellin' me?"
More time that nigga scorin' like a penalty
Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy
Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy
Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy
Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy
Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy

Just got a shot for a two and a daughter
Come a long way from a quarter
Just came money, cash, P's on a corner
Just put thirty grams of mag' on a four now
Could've put forty, didn't wanna stretch it
Light though
Man's still happy with the Z bit
Could've just pebbed it
Dropped it on my nigga for a rack
I ain't runnin' him down
Just hit me when you got the scratch
Far from rich, twenty quid in the crib
Eighteen, three chains, two sticks
One score, five jibs, two clips
44, three stacks and it kicks
OT drop packs, two trips
Went jail, took an L, went six bags down
Done a year came out
On the search for a town
Lemme just turn on my Grove ting
In one week, made it do a stack a day
No boastin'
Don't rate the olders, they ain't got waps
Consiged few and never saw my shit back
Tramps lesson learned, not a loss
Went four bags down the other day
But I firmed it like a boss
I'm ain't boxing like McGregor
I'm a Freddie, leave 'em pourin'
If the Taurus hit's him
Even Jah won't cure him
Told the driver don't stop
There's too much buju in the foreign
In the Benz like Spragga
Smokin' chronics and we tourin'

M1OnTheBeat