Letra de Bine On ’Em - Digga D

Yo

CGM shit

Cherish God More

Chef **** 'Malis

Consistency gets money

Constantly goin' ****

Christ guides me

Know the fuckin' vibes

Conspiracy gang members

Point blank, bitch

Yo

Real shit

Look

They put a bullet in my headrest, I guess that I'm blessed

They think it's guzzle that I'm workin', puttin' powers to test

Shit bangs, see the passenger get one in his chest

I can't duck because I'm drivin' whilst they're binin', I'm stressed

I took a left, the car crashed, but I ain't panic, I'm calm

I thought they got me, but they never, it's just glass in my arm

Yo, who gave them confidence? I hope they know it's on for them

Nigga, this the consequence of makin' niggas want revenge

Back to back, we're spinnin' opps, them boys, they know what's happenin'

Got a 400k in cash, they said I trap it in

Four brothers in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'

Free by the guys in island (Yo), got one of them on accident

I been bullying that pussy for a while, that ain't my enemy (No)

Can't talk about no violence in the streets, they mention **** (Gyal)

Niggas tryna test me, hope you're ready for that energy

Trollin' with my ex and now he's stretched in a—

I put bine on them, so the feds don't want me free (Fuck the jakes)

I put bine on them, free the guys in HMP (Shoot them niggas up)

I put bine on them, now he's in the cemetery (Yeah)

I put bine on them (Yo, shoot niggas up close and personal man, know the fuckin' vibes)

My family's playin' dirty games

Cool with guys that wanna send me to them pearly gates

So if my youngin' shoots my cousin with his thirty-eight (Pah)

I'm on his side, I'll probably pay him for that certi aim

We're tryna blow out brains

Diss on Teerose

We been sprayin' up their block, the opps know

Could be Rayners, could be Drayton, could be Stones

It could be Hayes, but it certainly ain't ****

I put bine on them, so the feds don't want me free

I put bine on them, free the guys in HMP

I put bine on them, now he's in the cemetery (Shoot them niggas up)

I put bine on them (I put bine on them)

Bang, headshot, chest shots

Blow out your fuckin' brains on the mains

You know the fuckin' vibes

CGM, we're takin' lives

Stay inside

You get me?

Fully rackered

Yo, the feds, I'm just rappin'

But really out here slappin', we ain't cappin'

Ask the fuckin' opps

Check the internet, man

Ask Fesify

Shootin' niggas, I make them testify

Baow

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