No Auto

No Auto - DigDat Lyrics

He got dipped like Santana

Wipe that down with my blue bandana

Rass that zegae

Do it like Pepe, them boy know I'm a gunner

Rusty grip, not rubber

Two in these shoes, that's dumb and dumber

And I just gave these pebs to my runner

In the Toyota, feds tryna pree us

You know that it's light and dark

Had five in a pot when they see us

Where you been? They miss me

Did ten like a two-do-one so quickly

Swear now I feel like Rimzee

Free bro 'til he land like Disney

Jazz keeps throwin' them birds like frisbees

Try stretch that yute like slinky

Fifteen inch all in his Givenchy

Made more bands than all of the opps

None of them boys can't diss me

Chinese ting on my Dubai pattern

I like how her eyes come chinky

Whip that, dryin' it up in tissue

NSG, how I got trust issues

Leng ones text man 'miss you'

I don't know how many man she been t'ru

Chest shot, no leg shot

If you move, might get it in your arm

Ghetto boy, she thinks I'm an angel

Got this stick in my palm

And I got a ting from Narm

Come New Cross for pipe

Say you got a man so you can't

But if you come, you might

Hand ting there but bring the sweeper

S grip this grim reaper

In my blue Beamer, two seater

Spin back 'round, I ain't leavin' it either

I swear I can't leave it even

Try put four down for this season

Put it in my jeans from Zara

All blacked out like Peter Parker

Spin ting in my sock

Even when I go shop

Me and M got a semi and a auto

All my guysdem trappers O

Like, we don't know nuttin' 'bout scams and sort codes

Put twenty bags on my wardrobe

Four O's, feels like man needs more though

Gucci, my back and torso

Peng crack make cats grab up their jaw bone

You ain't woke up, doors flyin' off hinges

I was just mindin' my business

Torch on the floor, feds findin' syringes

Trap fit, run up that treadmill

Still do ten deals, I ain't got big bits

From kids, used to ride on peds

Now my friend got life and he might get free

Had a Hi Vis vest on my Nike Tech fleece

Tryna do a left-right set piece

Like, you ain't woke up to breakfast hearin' that cell door slam

And I had two-two cells in my hand

Before I ever had girls on the 'gram

Made more bands than all of the opps

Can't come with your Ramz, I'm beatin' it off

Everyday CC or I'm in LV, gyaldem know my attire

This gov won't put on my power

He knows I was lightin' a spliff with the wire