8 Style II

8 Style II - DigDat Lyrics

[Intro]

Maniac

Maniac

Maniac



[Verse]

Boy-boy better know like Jammer

When it kicks, you ain't seein' no punches

Tryna fill up this MC Hammer

If you ain't got gloves, can't touch this

Get a pack, how you still ain't sold that?

Go send a text to all them fiends

I got buj, that's black like Kodak

He phoned for a Z and got twenty two G's

Me, I get gyal anywhere that we go

And the peng tings stop me for pics

And if you wanna come to my hotel

Tell 'em I'm there 'til six

I don't wanna be an MCM

But on Wednesday, she'll throw it back like Thursday

Blood all over his shirt ay

Tryna leave a paigon boy in the worst way

Bando, call that office

I put on my shoes, don't let shots ring

Shotty all half my size, bruck that pin it'll let off spring

We had light like Charlie

Flooded the ends, then we got other spots

And I got Bob like Marley

My cats don't sing but they all love a rock

Any time they come to the ends

We react fast like Denny and Renz

Told bro, "I need that Drum"

He said, "Just go there where I parked it"

And these teeth can't miss the jam

If I aim I'll hit that target

Hate Chantelle and Shanice

I always see them with my man

And if I get a drop, call bro boy

It might be force, I don't wanna excite man

If my young boy press that button

And buzz them flats for a two on two

M's tryna burn these brand new Air Max

Bro, what'd you do with the shoes?

Got brown like Nino in New Jack City

They say it taste good like Megan

This dot's too long like Nia

I might have to chop it, trust me ah cheffin'

I ain't hearin' that 'he say, she say'

Opps dem know I ain't a game like EA

Tryna fill it to the max like TK

Bro, these teeth ain't little like TJ

Pissed how we did it on camera

How you think we chinged him and watched that replay?

No JCB but I been on drills

Attack like Fifa Street, got skills

Ain't touchin' my Sprite if it don't come sealed

Pay racks for the lean but she's tryna pop pills

Bought two rings, could've copped me a German

And I don't miss shots like Sterling

I was waving my shank like Merlin

Turnin', turnin' when its inserting

Moncler on, my young ting needs spoiling

And I got a big batty ting in Croydon

Bring out the dots, needs oilin'

Friends turned pack, you don't wanna go join them

She wants Chanel on her earrings

But I got a bad one with a tongue piercing

My name Digs and I'm certi

Tryna bang goals like Rob Van Persie

Free S1, pray he gets early

My bro bangin' on govs at servery

Me and S like Wallace and Gromit

Might tour on your block, do travel agent

You don't wanna get cook like Thomas

Hate when you're trying to act nice

When I see you in the club with your friend

She can't even cook rice

But you're out tryna stunt in your uncle's Benz

Night-time smoking sess'

Rass it, can't take two when I pull it

Wake up, give a boy corn for breakfast

Call that one there the Nutra Bullet

You ain't been in the trap and heard that knocking

And banked it all 'cause you thought it's feds

Out late like foxes and I got cats that try short bread