Digga D - Fire In The Booth lyrics

You know what time it is
When you hear this right
Let's get ready to rumble
Digga D in the building
Double Tap Diaries out there right now man
Right now, grab that, No Diet
Your name's ringing out there Digga come on
Let's go bro, let's get 'em, let's go look
Round one, let's turn up bro listen

We ain't in Puerto Rico
Let me tell you this West Side story
I ain't talking Finding Nemo but they
Just keep swimming like Dory
Just keep swimming, keep swinging
Just keep chinging
Push that blade deep in him
We know, they know, I know
How much times they swam outside?
Them boy love lido
I know, they know, we know CJ got all three
No Migos now it's CJ on free flow
Don't get stitched like Lilo and then snitch
Stick to the G-code
Need me a reload, trap, jugg for a kilo
I'll catch me a M for the hunchos
I got hundos stacked from Nino
Nino Brown, it's peak when we come 'round
I feel like bro, the way that I got him down
Me and my cartel pull up
Pop corn where they're holding the vibes
I'm black still moving Charlie
Charlie wing I was movin' spice
I heard there's a bounty
I might tell take that
If my trap phone's saying
It's busy, it's signal
I'm always running my line
Just got me a pipe
Got a star in the hood like Strydes
Bro don't run out of bars like Chip, slick
He won't have less than nine
And I ain't a youngen no more
The phones I control are mine
I bish bash-bosh the Buj
I stack and stay on my grind
I bish bash-bosh
The B's lethal and it's one of a kind
Jeepers Creepers
We keepers on whatever we find
I took them waps and turned them mine
Man can't press on my buttons
I'll press on my suttin'
No comment to swine
I hit five inches away from his spine
Splash-splash, yuck-yuck, who's that?
Jakes? Oi, duck-duck
Bro don't run out of breath, stress
He might just run out of luck
I'm tired of seeing these govs
I just left Wano, you just left Scrubs
Felts, cooks swinging our
Plugs, outside charge, i'm seeing the judge
Real niggas know that I've kept up fuckery
Bun mans skin point blank with the brucky
Been tryna turn man duppy
Watch his blood splatter, that's lovely
I just come back from country
My toes dem stink and my hair looks grubby
And I feel like to get down bro when I
Came back home and my dick was rusty
I can rap that stuff cah I done that
Catch man lacking and bun that
Man can't talk 'bout worker
See the phone's that I got? Man run that
Yosh got the wheel, we skrring
Drove past an opp, clock, turn and spun that
Tell bro put his foot on the clutch and put
It in 1 when you see man run back
Blood on my shank, man keep it and clean it
Shot that shit if I'm paro'
All of my hittas are hungry
Get your shit jacked like Sparrow
Shotty come long like Hunch'
Chop that barrel and the back of the handle
I hate taking L's
This flip can't flop like sandals
Push bike with a 15 inch
T T make the phoneline ring so I serve them
Can't question my workers work rate
All I do is divert them
Can't question my badness
See the straps that I got? Man earnt them
You won't do it for the gang, that's certain
Go do it for your mum, that's urgent

Come on
Come on, man like Digga D in the building
I see you my guy
Streets been waiting for this one forreal
Forreal forreal man
Forreal, forreal and we're just
Warming on 'em bro m1OnTheBeat
Round 2, final lap Digga
Let's show them why you're that
Guy right now bruh listen
Crash that corn, that's BA, in EA
It's in the game drip, drip like my chain
Two bells in the gauge come on listen, look

I got beef with white yutes but
I got black opps too if I get that call of
Duty, pull up and crash, no Bandicoot
Been dodging the obbo
You know how much sims that man ran through?
Keep that one on the low
That bro gets dough and you have no clue
My ting won't jam well I wanted
There's no need for speed
Splash him, assassin
Man don't box like Creed t T
This grub ain't draggin' from a ball to a Z
No, I don't play in the station
You can't throw dirt on we
I trap, you F, see the difference?
I planned that getaway proper
I just tried pack man from a distance
I'm a bully, food get
Teken', swing that weapon
I need more assistance
Largest pokey when the M, he's too on
Bro don't listen
Look how we done it with L1
I'm sure that we got R too
R1 or 3 double 0, I'll press
Come try when I'm passing through
What's the angle? No Randall in my circle
I'll shoot i'll shoot, press the O
The same way I do it with food
Don't run with your girl, get
Your princess cut, old school
I used to see Z's
Now it's straight Nina's and up, yo
Let's shine like VVS'
You know that's flawless grub, I took her VS1
Ball in her tongue
Flawless uck and her pum-pum's fat as fuck
So much smoke in the ride it's got two decks
I'll let that buss'
You don't wanna see that flash so stay in
You lane and you won't get touched
Popo know it ain't them
They keep fucking blaming us
Whenever the corn get buss' they
Kick up a fuss, panic and dust
Come on come on digga D you get me
I see you my guy
Double Tap Diaries out right now
Right now, No Diet
Go get the ting, go get the ting
Oi, bro it's been a beautiful
Year for you already man truss me
Come on, just gotta make
Sure you stay around
Make sure it stays beautiful defo
I see you bro, Double Tap
Diaries out there right now, it's important
You done your thing bro
Shut it down forreal, forreal
And that right there
That right there is Fire In The Booth