Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Veeze - U-Digg lyrics
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
42 Dugg [Dion Marquise Hayes] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Veeze - U-Digg lyrics]
(Antt did the track)
'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?
I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role
Ya dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes
Ya dig? Bitch actin' like she scared, I
Bought her a Ghost, ya dig?
(Boom boom)
These lame-ass rappers tryna see if
I fucked they bitch, you know I did
(You know what I did)
Got three hundred pounds at the
Spot and they all disappeared
You know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried about a ho tellin'
Her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich
(Know)
Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me
You know I'm lit (yeah)
I'm a hot head but my heart cold
That bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke
That shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play it wrong
You can't keep the shit that I bought
Got white girl like Mary Jane
Trap swingin' like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son
He just doin' the shit I taught him
On Rodeo in a Maybach
They think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch
Sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though
But your ass better not get caught
(Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole
Ya dig? (Dig)
Brand new money, blue notes
Fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?
(Dig)
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
(Nah) nigga shake my hand but he
Really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
(Shh) these lame-ass niggas get dropped
From left and right, you know I did it
(Alright) when she put her hair in a
Bun and grab my belt, i'ma know it's real
(O oh) i'm heavy handed pouring in
All my cups be overspilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint
This shit so red like roadkill
That lil' hundred thou', I done
Made that shit five times, no deally
(The fuck?) he rap about opps but ain't
Put them hoes down, he silly
(Haha) i'ma shop when I land, I
Ain't gotta take no bags, each city
(yeah) i'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin'
About it in my raps, he gon' kill me
(What?) i'm walkin' a check, got
Six-fifty on each leg, ya dig?
(yeah)
Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig?
(O oh)
Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig
Ya dig? (O oh)
Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say
Ya dig? I go to the club with it on me, I
Seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah
My life is a movie like Paid in Full
My uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah
I might go to hell
I'll ice skate with the devil before
I put faith in a bitch
I fucked her so good, she
Ain't ask for the money
I was 'posed to be payin' her rent
I'm givin' the blicks to
The shorties for free
But they only get paid for a hit
I'm capital P, how I'm peelin' these pints
And paintin' these pops like Prince, yeah
It come out the wrapper
It shine and glisten
It look like the flake of a fish
The way I was kickin' my
Pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig
(Damn) i done dressed up all my
Cups, look like Suge Knight
You know they red
My Glock so switched, it went
From Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari
Same color Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for a year
I ain't go on no date, she know we friends
(Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole
Ya dig? Brand new money, blue notes
Fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
Nigga shake my hand but he
Really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
These lame-ass niggas get dropped
From left and right, you know I did it
(Nah) when she put her hair in a
Bun and grab my belt, i'ma know it's real
I'm heavy handed pouring in
All my cups be overspilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint
This shit so red like roadkill
I'd rather chase that check, that bag
Stash nine Ms over 15
Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me
I was probably wearin' True's
Before Chief Keef
Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink
(yeah)
If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding"
Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand
(yeah)
What about the coat? Turnt young nigga
I know never surrender, niggas askin' why I
Tote, bet if I up, i blow
Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred
Gs, five for a show, nigga
I got the 'Cat, the Track'
The Urus, the 'Bach
I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?)
I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck
That shit like two hundred somethin' plus
I'm the turntest nigga you
Know from the city, you dig?
Bitch, if we catch him, you
Know we gon' kill him, on my kids
This Big 4 shit so for real
I still spin just for the thrill
But where you at? I'm on his
Heels, pull up on me, i'm at LIV
(In Miami)
'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?
I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role
Ya dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes
Ya dig? Bitch actin' like she scared, I
Bought her a Ghost, ya dig?
(Boom boom)
These lame-ass rappers tryna see if
I fucked they bitch, you know I did
(You know what I did)
Got three hundred pounds at the
Spot and they all disappeared
You know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried about a ho tellin'
Her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich
(Know)
Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me
You know I'm lit (yeah)
I'm a hot head but my heart cold
That bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke
That shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play it wrong
You can't keep the shit that I bought
Got white girl like Mary Jane
Trap swingin' like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son
He just doin' the shit I taught him
On Rodeo in a Maybach
They think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch
Sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though
But your ass better not get caught
(Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole
Ya dig? (Dig)
Brand new money, blue notes
Fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?
(Dig)
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
(Nah) nigga shake my hand but he
Really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
(Shh) these lame-ass niggas get dropped
From left and right, you know I did it
(Alright) when she put her hair in a
Bun and grab my belt, i'ma know it's real
(O oh) i'm heavy handed pouring in
All my cups be overspilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint
This shit so red like roadkill
That lil' hundred thou', I done
Made that shit five times, no deally
(The fuck?) he rap about opps but ain't
Put them hoes down, he silly
(Haha) i'ma shop when I land, I
Ain't gotta take no bags, each city
(yeah) i'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin'
About it in my raps, he gon' kill me
(What?) i'm walkin' a check, got
Six-fifty on each leg, ya dig?
(yeah)
Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig?
(O oh)
Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig
Ya dig? (O oh)
Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say
Ya dig? I go to the club with it on me, I
Seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah
My life is a movie like Paid in Full
My uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah
I might go to hell
I'll ice skate with the devil before
I put faith in a bitch
I fucked her so good, she
Ain't ask for the money
I was 'posed to be payin' her rent
I'm givin' the blicks to
The shorties for free
But they only get paid for a hit
I'm capital P, how I'm peelin' these pints
And paintin' these pops like Prince, yeah
It come out the wrapper
It shine and glisten
It look like the flake of a fish
The way I was kickin' my
Pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig
(Damn) i done dressed up all my
Cups, look like Suge Knight
You know they red
My Glock so switched, it went
From Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari
Same color Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for a year
I ain't go on no date, she know we friends
(Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole
Ya dig? Brand new money, blue notes
Fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
Nigga shake my hand but he
Really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
These lame-ass niggas get dropped
From left and right, you know I did it
(Nah) when she put her hair in a
Bun and grab my belt, i'ma know it's real
I'm heavy handed pouring in
All my cups be overspilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint
This shit so red like roadkill
I'd rather chase that check, that bag
Stash nine Ms over 15
Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me
I was probably wearin' True's
Before Chief Keef
Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink
(yeah)
If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding"
Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand
(yeah)
What about the coat? Turnt young nigga
I know never surrender, niggas askin' why I
Tote, bet if I up, i blow
Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred
Gs, five for a show, nigga
I got the 'Cat, the Track'
The Urus, the 'Bach
I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?)
I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck
That shit like two hundred somethin' plus
I'm the turntest nigga you
Know from the city, you dig?
Bitch, if we catch him, you
Know we gon' kill him, on my kids
This Big 4 shit so for real
I still spin just for the thrill
But where you at? I'm on his
Heels, pull up on me, i'm at LIV
(In Miami)