Lyrics “Dig That” – Key Glock
Gas reekin
Tires screechin
Drop the top outside
Blowin indo
Ridin presidential
S600 look like a limo
N*gga, you’s a lameo
I pull up, new whip like jango
I been gettin cap
N*gga, I ain’t talkin cango
I’m on that gang shit
Ain’t no lame shit
Got some ni*gas, don’t gang bang
They just bang shit
This lil bi*ch say she like how I …
Mane, I really think this bi*ch want to let me hit
Call me Papa Glock
I got the dough
Ya dig that
I’m a trap ni*ga
You ain’t know
Ya dig that
When I dress
It’s 5 bands, head to toe
Ya dig that
B*tch I’m a rabbit
Cause these carats on me
Ya dig that
Eat steak and lobster
Ain’t no more bologna
Ya dig that
Can’t cuff that bi*ch
Got Ferragamo on me
Ya dig that
You run up on me
N*gga you’s a goner
Ya dig that
And it’s the same thing
When I see ya homies
Ya dig that
You can call me Glock the Builder
N*gga, know I keep the tool
I sip on lean, no boot
But I can’t jump no broom
I’m skippin to my loot
My ni*gas hit, don’t shoot
Lil ni*ga ballin, Caillou
Glock you the shit
B*tch, that ain’t nothin new
Everybody callin me crazy
Cause they want permanent diamond tooths
Stackin my chips like Lay’s
N*gga, I do what I want to do
B*tch, my name ain’t Que
But I got the juice
I rock Margiela shoes
And my grandma say they boots
Gucci’s like I’m bowlin
My uncle say I look smooth
I know you got the news
Lil Glock got your bi*ch nudes
I’m givin ni*gas the blues
I’m countin all these blues
Call me Papa Glock
I got the dough
Ya dig that
I’m a trap ni*ga
You ain’t know
Ya dig that
When I dress
It’s 5 bands, head to toe
Ya dig that
B*tch I’m a rabbit
Cause these carats on me
Ya dig that
Eat steak and lobster
Ain’t no more bologna
Ya dig that
Can’t cuff that bi*ch
Got Ferragamo on me
Ya dig that
You run up on me
N*gga you’s a goner
Ya dig that
And it’s the same thing
When I see ya homies
Ya dig that…
