6+4 (Explicit)

6+4 (Explicit) - Digga D

Lyrics by：Digga D

Composed by：Digga D

M1 on the beat

What's that Cali

In the studio with bro smoking cro and it's Cali

If the cats weren't careful of the obbo use a bally

White tee you're moving John Wayne with the swammy

Two-on-two at the Tesco three-on-three at the alley

44s in a bag half a B with the strali

Five-five dusty inches when he flinches from the sami

Six 6s I was 7 plus seven with the ammi

All facts bro had to bank it up like it was hali

She came to my crib for a

Session came West for the wood

She ain't shy takes Charlie

For the low the coke's good

I just hope that it's the same

When I wash it and it's shook

'Cuh if not I ain't putting mediocre in my hood

When I'm playing with the yola baking soda let it cook

Real pain no shame I heard you're nyaming out the puss

I put white in my city I'm a shepherd in a bush

Push a suttin' in your tee bleached the flicky stay shush

I don't know about colly no more

Straight cash had to catch up like Heinz

Left a banger in the mash

In the pen like ink

In the bin like trash

If the buj come in good mix the buj with the bash

Roll it up lemme light it no diet

Feelin' frass I won't rise it

End up fryin' no lyin'

I'ma crash I'ma crash

Dead it like a zoot hit a roach leavin' ash

Ring ring that's Allen that's bellin' me

Yo Allen what you tellin' me

More time that n***a scorin' like a penalty

Six six six-on-four no shots that's seventy

Six-on-four no shots that's seventy

Six-on-four no shots that's seventy

Six-on-four no shots that's seventy

Six-on-four no shots that's seventy

Just got a shot for a two and a daughter

Come a long way from a quarter

Just came money cash Ps on a corner

Just put thirty grams of madge on a phone now

Could'a put forty didn't wanna stretch it

Light though man's still happy with the Z bit

Could'a just pegged it

Dropped it on my n***a for a rack

I ain't runnin' him down just

Hit me when you got the scratch

Far from rich twenty quid in the crib

18 three chains two sticks

One score five jibs two clips

44 three stacks and it kicks

OT drop packs two trips

Went jail took an L went six bags down

By the year came out on the search for a town

Lemme just turn on my grove ting

The one we made it do a stack a day no ghostin'

Don't rate the olders they ain't got waps

Consign the few who never seen my s**t back tramps

Lesson learned not a loss

Went four bags down the other

Day but I firmed it like a boss

I'm ain't boxing like McGregor I'm afraid to leave them pourin'

If the tourists hits him even don't won't cure him

Told the driver don't stop there's too much buju in the foreign

In the Benz last brake I'm smokin' chronics I be tourin'

M1 on the beat