Coop - Ya Dig Lyrics

Oh yeah, Rick
Ya Dig
Ya Dig
Ya Dig
Look, I told my bitch it's a lot of hoes don't want your nigga
I like facing, pouring ounces, smoking runtz and barely spilling
You send some shots down to the team, we tryna send yall boys to the ceiling
Mike Jack, I'm in her dreams, got so many hoes, I be thrillin
Lil' bro, he pop so many P's, he put the P in penicillin
It's a blicky in my jeans, open carry, ain't no concealing
Wouldn't bless her if she sneezed, that's my money, I can't be spending
Think how your people's finna grieve, cause you doing all that pretending
I was broke down bad, but I got back up
Alcohol, Perkys and lean, all in my bladder
She f*cking off, just to get one back at me, but it don't matter
Aye the streets already had her
Yeah, I just hit the mall and walked up out that bitch, with like 20 bags
Amiri jeans, ripped off at the knees, look like we Crips, with flags
Yea we get it fast, pull up, hop out, swerve or see me blowin' past
I know this hoe won't last, wanna go back and forth and don't do what I ask
Can't be creasing up my sneaks, in the field we got our cleats
Feel like Wayne in 06, feed me rappers, feed me beats
Y'all been heating up my seats, man, I got them lil' boys beat
Popping out like hot grease, f*cked your main bitch in yo sheets
Get to know me now cause don't say that I changed when I get up
Yeah, I seen your bitch around, she through the brain yea she a slut
Gave me the runaround, but still knocked that shit down just like a put
I can't give up the crown, I walk around this bitch like I'm King Tut
I can't be touched