U-Digg (Feat. Veeze)

Antt did the track Verse 1: Lil Baby '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 These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know 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 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 Pete 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 Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze 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 Ooh I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be over spilled I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill Verse 2: Veeze That lil' hunnid thou', I made that shit five times, no deally 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 I'm walkin' a check, got six-fifty on each leg, ya dig Yeah Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig Ooh Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig Ooh 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 Related Songs We Paid Lil Baby & 42 Dugg N95 Kendrick Lamar Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze 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 over spilled I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill Verse 3: 42 Dugg I'd rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over 1.5 Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me I was probably wearin' Tru'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 Miami