Hustle Gang, T.I., Spodee, Travis Scott, Shad da God - Ya Digg lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hustle Gang, T.I., Spodee, Travis Scott, Shad da God - Ya Digg lyrics]
Leggo
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Go on and let me dim the white light
Burn the white candles
Get a white girl out her white dress
Down to white sandals (ya dig?)
The only stars in astrology
That's making profit's
Prophets on the rocket, like my city
We don't need the comet
And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce
Nonce
My girl look like a Nicki Rihanna, Minaj
Grande Yonce there he go on a pedestal
You need better dude
I told her that ABC not ABC
No public school they want to steel
Still pushing packs
Pushing on some mule shit
I'm over nightin' and lbs relaxed
On some cool shit
When the sun go down we jump
Around we off the shit's
Don't under digg, the kids leggo
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that 6
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Yeah it's the motherfuckin' kid bitch
You know I got my sig bitch
You can get your wig split
My shoes from Italy fuck you ain't feelin' me
Cause issues we ain't livin' it
Makin' mills for my children
Steady stackin' my bills without Hillary
In the streets a nigga
Plugged in like auxiliary
God willing I keep killing all
These tracks and shit
I been selling crack so long I got calluses
Wrapping mid up that just fell of a big truck
Ridin' with sticks cause I got
A name I'm establishin'
Blunt filled wit' green
Pockets filled with cabbage
Word to? we some young money savages
I just called two hoes and they
Gon' blow me like a clarinet
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Designer, on my momma fresh shit like Obama
I probably get that going wind
See all the brick we just be blowin' them
Hustle gang
Listen up if I say a duck or pull a truck
Don't ask something, 45 hook your lil ass up
And guess what
If I see a flick or pull a tree
But don't be starin' at me man I'm a G
Thats some shit today you rarely see
I been trappin' since all I day
Was a prayer and a key
Man, ou get caught I bet
You sing like a parakeet
They say the proof is in the
Pudding, you don't see it, ain't lookin'
Man I I I'm certified
Spread from Cali to Brooklyn in the chi
I'm providing all the hoods with sugar
I'm super solid, pure gangster til my casket
Respect or we gon' blast for that
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Go on and let me dim the white light
Burn the white candles
Get a white girl out her white dress
Down to white sandals (ya dig?)
The only stars in astrology
That's making profit's
Prophets on the rocket, like my city
We don't need the comet
And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce
Nonce
My girl look like a Nicki Rihanna, Minaj
Grande Yonce there he go on a pedestal
You need better dude
I told her that ABC not ABC
No public school they want to steel
Still pushing packs
Pushing on some mule shit
I'm over nightin' and lbs relaxed
On some cool shit
When the sun go down we jump
Around we off the shit's
Don't under digg, the kids leggo
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that 6
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Yeah it's the motherfuckin' kid bitch
You know I got my sig bitch
You can get your wig split
My shoes from Italy fuck you ain't feelin' me
Cause issues we ain't livin' it
Makin' mills for my children
Steady stackin' my bills without Hillary
In the streets a nigga
Plugged in like auxiliary
God willing I keep killing all
These tracks and shit
I been selling crack so long I got calluses
Wrapping mid up that just fell of a big truck
Ridin' with sticks cause I got
A name I'm establishin'
Blunt filled wit' green
Pockets filled with cabbage
Word to? we some young money savages
I just called two hoes and they
Gon' blow me like a clarinet
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Designer, on my momma fresh shit like Obama
I probably get that going wind
See all the brick we just be blowin' them
Hustle gang
Listen up if I say a duck or pull a truck
Don't ask something, 45 hook your lil ass up
And guess what
If I see a flick or pull a tree
But don't be starin' at me man I'm a G
Thats some shit today you rarely see
I been trappin' since all I day
Was a prayer and a key
Man, ou get caught I bet
You sing like a parakeet
They say the proof is in the
Pudding, you don't see it, ain't lookin'
Man I I I'm certified
Spread from Cali to Brooklyn in the chi
I'm providing all the hoods with sugar
I'm super solid, pure gangster til my casket
Respect or we gon' blast for that
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig
(hol' up)
Come through in that Benz playin' big
(I say hol' up)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her
(turn it)
Ain't shit chu could motherfuckin' tell us
(turn it) man I heard a fake one
Talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up)
Tell the hoe we playin' with
The paper like a kid bankroll they neck
That's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go
(and you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split