stainless steel - digdat lyrics
[intro: tee grizzley & digdat]
m1onthebeat
new lambo, nizzy
bring the clip back, empty
my rambo went rusty
how can that steel be stainless?
i drop a four on my chevy
ice just make a b-tch go dizzy
these f-ckboys chasin’ clout
how them boys there still not famous?
[verse 1: digdat]
run man out of their air max
s do it bareback, we don’t use gloves
still puttin’ semi’s in auto’s
only if i squeeze it, i press that clutch
my friends got life for a body
and they ain’t sorry, free up my brothers
i bought too much balmain
but feel like i need more colours
step in a yard with dior runners
i just want top, don’t need those rubbers
i hate when they leave makeup
fix up, but i still let her kiss on me neck
put twenty bags in my mattress
can’t let any b-tch just sit on this bed
that’s four-fifty on my tee
just cost me more than a half of b
my rambo went rusty
how can that steel be stainless?
these f-ck n-ggas chasin’ clout
how them boys there still not famous?
where was they when i was prayin’ for parole?
had to file the appeal with papers
and the devil tried take away my soul
so i step in the field with shavers
i ain’t signing a deal for change, that’s shameless
get it all back from these razors
i got all this pain, take gas from my throat
how i cope when i fight these demons
lost all my bros for a long time
still don’t know when they’re gonna see freedom
and my heart’s scarred, ain’t healin’
jakes on my back, like f-ck how i’m feelin’
lost love but i never lost hope in dreamin’
we was in the streets all evenin’
got a big back ting doin’ up snaps
like, come to the crib, stop teasin’
[verse 2: tee grizzley]
i’m tryna fly out to london
heard the money was abundant
custom louis v suit
you only gon’ know if you look at the b-ttons
you n-ggas users
i respect the dealin’ n-gga, never the customer
if it weren’t for them, the bag prolly wouldn’t got-got
i take care of my smugglers
if i stack these hunnids, it’ll look just like blue towers
shoutout to digdat
we don’t respond to opps
so when n-ggas die, they wonder who did that
brand new g63, it’s complicated
got a dollar on the benz app
real big n-gga, no six pack
just big racks, big guns, no kick back
no red beam, red dot on the scope
i hit up a b-tch from a distance
light skin thot, thick and pretty
f-ck her then i forgot she existed
tryna take over the charts
it can’t be hard, we took over the trenches
if you a rook, don’t worry ’bout what the king doin’ n-gga
play your position
big bag, i’ma f-ck it up
bad b-tch said she gon’ f-ck it up
in the club havin’ fun but we’ll f-ck it up
slap n-ggas suited out, them n-ggas cuttin’ up
they ain’t gon’ play with us, n-ggas ain’t dumb enough
treadmill talk n-gga, watch how i run it up
heard big dawg put you and you f-cked it up
heard he ain’t k!ll you, it puzzled us
new lambo, nizzy
bring the clip back, empty
i drop a four on my chevy
ice just make a b-tch go dizzy
i’m only scared of the one in the mirror
hoes that i cut off, n-ggas amiri
real big dawg, no rappin’, i’m serious
ar go off, look at boy on his period, bow
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