Digga D Hella Bandz Lyrics

[Hook:Digga D] (x2)
Get it soft then i whip it
Turn the rock then I chop it
Put the pebs into cling
I got hella bandz in my pocket
They make the trapper look shit
Them niggas there should just stop it
3 for 20 on deals
Even tho i lose out on profit

[verse 1:Digga D}
Real shit i ain't lying
Only beat I heard was the line ring
You was raving I was grinding
If there's a knife around I ain't fighting
I'll fuck your gyal without trying
Still out'ere I ain't hiding
Young nigga, riding
Bought a shotgun not diamond
Man trap giddy
In the trap house man get busy
She sucked this willy
Cah she know i get p like diggy
2 packs on a table, i just shot 2 pack like biggy
Had to cover my nose
Crack fumes had me feeling dizzy
Let my [?] knows I'm Groving
They say they wanna ride
Young boy i asked man twice if he's rolling
Man went [?] 3 shanks up in a whip that's stolen
Dis trap shit gets boring
And these crack [?] keep phoning
Get it soft then i whip it
I send a text and then flip it
Get the drop on the trap
I'll roll up and then kick it
I'm running there like feds
Put the shotgun to his head
Like I ain't playing no games
Fam where you hiding them Z's

[Hook:Digga D] (x2)
Get it soft then i whip it
Turn the rock then I chop it
Put the pebs into cling
I got hella bandz in my pocket
They make the trapper look shit
Them niggas there should just stop it
3 for 20 on deals
Even tho i lose out on profit