[Voiceover man]
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[Daveed Diggs]
Yo
Hey now, don't put nothin' else . . . yeah, just leave the drums, just like that . . . I don't know, I like it
I f**s wit' it watch . . . hold up hold up watch . . . look . . . right here
I'm locked
Loaded up
Yoda to the turf
YOLO to [the fina?]
Answer to your Google search
I'm perked, amplified
Wired off this kombucha
From a city would guaranteed
There's fifty n***as that'll shoot you for no reason
Season bets sneezin' out yo Nasonex
Reason to your logic out of pocket with that kata breath
Meanin' I breathe bullets
And meanin' and lead pullin' this heap
For a meter or so up out of my sleeve
Come up out of your sleep
Dreamin' like Freddy gon' getcha
To wake up to a dawn wit' Diggs eatin' n***as with every lecture
Hannibal Lecter
Cannibal, yes sir
Cliche handler and scandal servin' expert
Candle her distressed words
Leaving from they breath nurse
Heavin' in they chest
Knowin' D go' need to flex
Time bomb ticking
Kicking round
Song spittin' n***a
Ridiculous tripping though he grinding when he grittin'
Timing when he sittin'
Choosing when he pick him
Chosen when they lickin'
Lips frozen when they kiss him
You know we on a mission bring that ba** sh** back
Baby get up out the way and let that ba** sh** crack
Like it back when Diggs
Dig it can ya holla like Leroy?
Check my name
Check me swag
The original D boy
[Chorus]
I'm about my paper
You can catch me on my block
Sprayin' 16 bars a pop
I'm about my paper
n***a go hard at the streets
Gettin' money every day of the week
I'm about my paper
Scraper turned up sideways
City to city on highways
I'm about my paper
n***a say "I don't go"
Every day your chick jock my flow
I'm about my paper
n***a, I'm a hustler
You sink me to the bone
Think of being a customer
I'll charge you for a poem
Swing you when you break some bars
And bring it to your home
Swing you all these bullets
Push them straight up to your dome
Paper rock scissors
Cut a rapper so vicious
Eat 'em up delicious
Gonna' dirty these dishes
Diggs, ya figure huh
Wishin' for a trigger huh
Happy as a snicker
What a tragedy to split ya
Wig
Wear it out with what?
Words
Grits guts
Verbs
Rip ya
Sores
Vocal chords
Oh so sore
It's a drought in the Bay
You can catch me on tour
I skipped Yay slang and went straight to slang bangin'
Gangs on the turf, I don't care what they sayin'
Chains danglin'
I'm a wrangler man stranglin' game
With a new single that he done sang in the pen; dang
And the pen game, exquisite, isn't it?
And what I been sayin'
Is bigger than a ziploc can hold
My lips locked and loaded
When his Glock explode
Know Diggs talk
I'm quoted for the world
Me and Un Hus bus truth
Take it from the block to the booth
Take it from the booth to the stage
Take it from the stage
To all the fans watching on the youTube page
See them haters get mad when they Getback squad up
It's like it's bad for the kids what pick that child up
Don't see no reason for you gettin' hot as you got
What, I just showed 'em how to flip that product; sh**
[Chorus]
Diggs
Sizz, my n***a
[?say me?]
Yeah
Sizz
Alright, get on that sh** friend
Get me some of that waterfront . . . I need some water running, yeah
Get me some gasoline to spit . . . I spit gasoline!
Always on my job like I'm on top of the building
Money is my girlfriend
I think she catchin' feelings
b**h, I'm from the water
But I don't be swimmin'
Could be from the freezer
'Cuz I'm always chillin'
All about my paper like a paper shredder
That p**y's so good I just can't forget her
Yeah she hot, but I don't sweat her
Always pull out, so I don't regret her
Swag real heavy
Drink real strong
Yes I'm here
But really I'm gone
Back back to the money
Where else would I be?
Broke broke motherf**ers
Never ever see me
I'm a get money boy
I'ma die tryin' to get it
You wannabe players goin' die tryin' t' hit it
n***a you could have her 'cuz I hit it and I quit it
It's the gasoline spitter how else would I spit it?
See ya!
[Repeat Chorus]
Dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum
Hey!