How High - DigDat

If I press it, he’s meetin' death

Don’t jam, now die

Lift it up, try turn you red man

Then watch him drop, how high

Had a spliff in my ear, but I drop that, lost that

Now I’m pissed, doing up a blem (Err)

Got a big G locked in D-Block

See him and rise it and beat on them

She suck on my dick, then make sure you throat man (Yep)

Amiri’s red like the post man (Red)

Still tryna send this postal, free S1, tell him get with the program

Like, still tryna find my spliff I bun that

Someone tell the weed man come back (Ay, come here)

Hundred racks on my chain, all the leng tings know my name

Grease the waps with aircans

True say, tryna not grab then barehand (Nah)

She said «I don’t do this bare» and when I get uck I’m grabbin' her hairband

Like, hella fuckboys do talkin', that’s how a rumour starts

We we don’t fist fight with opp boys, call up my shooter fast

She’s givin' that neck, that face, miss can you as I ask?

Like when I see size on signs, I’m itching, it’s nothing to get a man slimed

This nine hold so much 'bine and bro got my back like he’s my spine

My bad one called and I pressed decline, in Range Sport press recline

I’m in The Shard in an escalator, new yard, tryna find a decorator

Like ten waps, I’m the designator

Standard one, it’s a generator

Bullet boy, I’m Ashley, I can’t let her hold on mine

Sometimes I feel like Skrapz (Why?) I can’t stop rollin' with Nines

She was on my bro, but I know she a hoe, cah last time I see her with another

guy

Jailhouse, fist and kicks and bust out his left, but I tried get the other eye

If I step on the roads with my samurai, anytime gyal see me get butterflies

When we step on the roads, we step with poles, they already knows how my

bruddas like

And these hoes wanna rave and tape with opps, wait 'til we leave the raves taped

They’re all gonna bath in blood, but my opps wanna bathe in ape

It’s like everyone’s talkin' drillings, but they ain’t foolin' us (No!)

Why niggas hating their bitches?

(Why)

It’s 'cause you keep callin' us (Shit den)

If I press it, he’s meetin' death

Don’t jam, now die

Lift it up, try turn you red man

Then watch him drop, how high