U-Digg Letra - Lil Baby ft. 42 Dugg, Veeze

(Antt did the track)

(BeatGang)

The 'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?

I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?

A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig?

Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig? (Boom)

These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did (You know what I did)

Got three hundred pounds in the spot and they all disappeared, you know where they went (What?)

Ain't worried about a ho tellin' her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich (Know)

Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah)

I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw

I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts

I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought

Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Peter Parker

Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him

On Rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross

Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry, boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"

Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? (Dig)

Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig? (Dig)

This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah)

Nigga shake my hand, but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)

These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright)

When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (Ooh)

I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be overspilled

I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

That lil' hundred thou', I done made that shit five times, no deally (The fuck?)

He rap about opps, but ain't put them hoes down, he silly (Haha)

I'ma shop when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, each city (Yeah)

I'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin' about it in my raps, he gon' kill me (What?)

I'm walkin' a check, got six-fifty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah)

Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh)

Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh)

Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say, ya dig?

I go to the club with it on me, I seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah

My life is a movie like Paid in Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah

I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch

I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for the money, I was 'posed to be payin' her rent

I'm givin' the blicks to the shorties for free, but they only get paid for a hit

I'm capital P, how I'm peelin' these pints and paintin' these pops like Prince, yeah

It come out the wrapper, it shine and glisten, it look like the flake of a fish

The way I was kickin' my pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig (Damn)

I done dressed up all my cups, look like Suge Knight, you know they red

My Glock so switched, it went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans

Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color Trae Young? You know that's twin

I done fucked this ho for a year, I ain't go on no date, she know we friends (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig?

Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig?

This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?

Nigga shake my hand, but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?

These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Nah)

When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real

I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be overspilled

I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

I'd rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over 1.5

Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me

I was probably wearin' True's before Chief Keef

Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink (Yeah)

If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding"

Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand (Yeah)

What about the coat? Turnt young nigga, I know

Never surrender, niggas askin' why I tote, bet if I up, I blow

Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred Gs, five for a show, nigga

I got the 'Cat, the Track', the Urus, the 'Bach, I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?)

I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck, that shit like two hundred somethin' plus

I'm the turntest nigga you know from the city, you dig?

Bitch, if we catch him, you know we gon' kill him, on my kids

This Big 4 shit so for real, I still spin just for the thrill

But where you at? I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'm at LIV (In Miami)