Russ Millions, Digga D - Mr Sheeen lyrics

Gotcha

Slide in whips, slide in six
They wanna slide in DM's
Pricks, them boy there punks, can't
Wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em
They know about pain like Liam
Their GM got done in the PM
Pree him, they just wanna meet
And greet them, leave them
I just wanna meet and beat 'em
I'm at the cash point waitin' for addicts
It's twelve o'clock at night, when the Giro
Comes, I'm there with the package
Trappin'
Feds tryna stop me from rappin', mad ting
I don't wanna hear that chattings
They had me in the
Dock, sweatin', stressin'
Chattin' 'bout shootin' and stabbings
Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned



44 long, 32's and dot dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it
(Stop) , dotty too long, man cop then chop it
Talk about trap but you make no profit
(Grub) , made history, Gun Lean
Can't top it
I went 'round with the skeng on F
And came back with the skeng on E
Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty
This semi-auto ain't
This semi-auto ain't clean
(Bap) , pull up and spray like Mr Sheen
This hand ting ain't got a beam
But I greased her down
Now she slaps off clean

Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit
Got hit with one, could've been a double M
Like Mixtape Madness
Can't wait 'til me and them link
Up, pull up at drink ups
Lettin' off hand tings
Side by side in the ride, no rampin'
That's five guys with ayy crampin'
I play too much Black Ops 2
And do more than you, bro
What is your rankin'
Had mans bae on a vizzy
And callin' my tizzy, while doin' up
In the T with B, man's vampin', pantin'
Just ducked jakes on the landin', tanned
Him, bust that case, outstandin'
Should I chill or kill? One foot out
But still one hand in

44 long, 32's and dot dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it, dotty too long
Man cop then chop it
Talk about trap but you make no profit
(Grub) , made history, Gun Lean
Can't top it
I went 'round with the skeng on F
And came back with the skeng on E
Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty
This semi-auto ain't
This semi-auto ain't clean
(Bap) , pull up and spray like Mr Sheen
This hand ting ain't got a beam
But I greased her down
Now she slaps off clean

I don't wanna hear about them man
When they hear skengs bang
Run off with ten man
Talk, talkin' a lot on live chat
Can't wait to sight man
Boy you ain't like that
Hidin', I'm up front, they're
Right back, despite that
Pull up at gaffs then light that
Hijack any man's gyal and pipe that, my bad
Broski come get your wife back
Man talk crud from a distance
Go tell the fans what I done to your siblings
Fishin', most of the opps been swimmin'
Six in this spin so you
Know I ain't missin'
Active, don't mad me, get splashed
Biscotti, inhale, man's frass
Headshot gang, release my shank
Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank

44 long, 32's and dot dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it
(Stop) , dotty too long, man cop then chop it
Talk about trap but you make no
Profit, made history, Gun Lean
Can't top it
I went 'round with the skeng on F
And came back with the skeng on E
Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty
This semi-auto ain't
This semi-auto ain't clean
Pull up and spray like Mr Sheen
This hand ting ain't got a beam
But I greased her down
Now she slaps off clean

I'm cheeky and bad
I'm like twenty two with two hundred bags
Don't get the kid mad, the machine get
Grab, I roll up and bang, bang
Splash it, everyone knows what I'm on
Who's next? Most of my opps been done
All my old friends are jokes, same way
Anything get smoked
Badman far, I want badman pull up
Skengs on deck, boy, don't get coup up
Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up
Six figure nig', still makin' mula
Everyone's garn', make everyone leave
Hold this arm, she tekin' this D
If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef
Come fuck with a tug 'cah
Your man ain't the chief

44 long, 32's and dot dots
Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox
Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox
Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots
Like, baby stop it, dotty too long
Man cop then chop it
Talk about trap but you make no profit
(Grub) , made history, Gun Lean
Can't top it