Sales & Joints

Sales & Joints - DigDat Lyrics

[Chorus]

Pack in my Gucci man bag and I still wear Louis in Lewi

M got a stick like grandad, bro tapped like Stewie

Make sure my scale's on point, turn them on then off

Sales and joints, maximum prof, Soft, turn it rock in a pot

Stepped in looking all fly, high like digs how you do that?

Hear the sound if I ring this burner, loud like the pitch in Nou Camp

I think broski scored that winner, they ain't got a lot of time left on

She a cocoa one vanilla, cool you ain't gotta be shy it's long



[Verse]

It's healthy look at this scale

Thick LV grab on my belt

She just wanna plait my hair

I let her do that cos she patterns it well

I'm still there managing sales

Gotta get rid of this package by twelve

Come a long way from travelling sales

This time last year sat up in Felts

Serving I get too trappy

Bro that's as soon as I wake up

Wait that's a three bill tracky

Bae better mind her make up

I done jail with bro bro

And we still got all of them nickings

Patty said I don't want beef

Put him on the wing that boy turned chicken

This one thinks she's boo

Stop telling my friends you're wifey

And everything I wear is new

Nothing worn twice, even my Nikes

Peng flake got TT, trap get paid straight off EE

Peng flake got TT, trap get paid straight off EE

Dinger, 125 I'm revving

Grind in a trackie and 97's

I ain't had lunch cos my line keeps belling

Them gyal blush anytime we step in

One hand in my glove

Money on me, bro good that's love

Load six shots in the snub

It's a see-saw ting when the kickback jumps

Took five years gone, quick setback

I was thirteen, white gold on my neck back

What you know about sitting in the cell

Hand digging through shit just to get your tec back

My paper plane got me jet lagged

Old school I was going halves on a ten bag

Shit then, should've dodged that fed van

Walk with the ting on the wing in my neck bag

Still blow am, not cheese or cess fam

Had no canteen, that's red stamp

So just leave me a text on the Lyca

Soon come PCX I'm a rider

Hit a sale, quick 10s and a fiver

Ruby helmet, pull up my visor

Ring shawty, do a all nighter

Lox with the toolie, he ain't no fighter



[Chorus]

Pack in my Gucci man bag and I still wear Louis and Louis

M got a stick like grandad, bro tapped like Stewie

Make sure my scale's on point, turn them on then off

Sales and joints, maximum prof, Soft, turn it rock in a pot

Stepped in looking all fly, high like digs how you do that?

Hear the sound if I ring this burner, loud like the pitch in Nou Camp

I think broski scored that winner, they ain't got a lot of time left on

She a cocoa one vanilla, cool you ain't gotta be shy it's long