Assassin Creed

DigDat - Assassin Creed Lyrics

[Intro: Riley Freeman]Look, fuck youFuck the plane you flew in onFuck them shoesFuck them socks with the bell on itM1 on the beatFuck your gay-ass ferri-faggot accentFuck them cheap-ass cigarsFuck your yuck-mouth teethFuck your hairpieceFuck your chocolate, fuck Guy RitchieFuck Prince William, fuck the Queen- and my Lambo is blue, niggaNow get the fuck out my hotel roomAnd if I see you in the street, I'ma slap the shit outta you[Chorus]Can't stop when I see them bleed, bleedI'm trynna Assassin Creed (Bap)Run a boy down, put him undergroundAin't no Need for Speed (Na)These cats all sick like Ne-YoHe ain't here dark, need 4 for 3 0 (Ugh)Two guns up, need a trio, trioA third in hand, no Rio (Three of them)[Verse 1]Nice from far but far from niceI couldn't hit it more than twice (Ugh)When we pull up on opps on main roadGot him doing free wheel-ups like Kano (Skrrr)When I spent 10 on my indexShe let me slid in her with the DurexYeah I got wet on my PyrexSo I had to dry that down wiva AndrexStill skrrt around in a new plateThis me a cren, one-ten in a Benz truckJust checked into the PenhouseInvite two, now I'm hoping her friends fuck (Light)Real Trapstar like MikeyI was OT with fiends and gearThen bro showed me how to whipSimple, nice, all clean and clear (Ching)This A. McQueen on my scarf is skeletonHand wrap that on my 'remeton (Oii, rap it)Can't ever see my dawgy soft (Natz)Oii Bookey, rise that mop (Oii, rise that)Why the fuck do they hate on me?Got me shaking my head, I just KMT (Fuck)When I was in my cell doing press-upsIn a durag like JME (Arrh)[Chorus]Can't stop when I see them bleed, bleedI'm trynna Assassin's Creed (Bap)Run a boy down, put him undergroundAin't no Need for Speed (Na)These cats all sick like Ne-YoHe ain't here dark, need 4 for 3 0 (Ugh)Two guns up, need a trio, trioA third in hand, no Rio (Three of them)[Verse 2]Pull up on a 'Vespa or in a 'VettraEveryone skank like Fester (Where you going?)Got a bullet in my gun like Skepta (Bow)OT trips in Leicester (Mmmh)P-O still trynna breach meTold her "It's not my fault I'ma rapper" (Ugh)But if you see us in a cutThat's hella Dior and we brought that hammer (Aye)Patek, protect on my AirMaxWhen I jump out of the foreign (Aye, jump out)She got tats on her neck and backLike "What you see under the bottom?" (Lemme see that?)And my lighties penger than pengShould I choose Chante or Lauren? (Leng, leng)Cartier diamond dancingDrip so hard, it's like they forgotten (They forgot)