[Intro]

Gotcha

[Verse 1: Digga D]

Slide in whips, slide in six

They wanna slide in DM's

Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em

They know about pain like Liam, their GM (Ching) got done in the PM

Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them, leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em

I'm at the cash point waitin' for addicts

It's twelve o'clock at night, when the Giro comes, I'm there with the package, trappin'

Feds tryna stop me from rappin', mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (No)

They had me in the dock, sweatin', stressin', chattin' 'bout shootin' and stabbings

Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots

Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox

Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots

Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)

Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)

I went 'round with the skeng on F

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't—

This semi-auto ain't clean (Bap), pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This hand ting ain't got a beam, but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean (Bullet)

[Verse 2: Digga D]

Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit

**** got hit with one, could've been a double M like Mixtape Madness (Bu-boom)

Can't wait 'til me and them link up, pull up at drink ups, lettin' off hand tings

Side by side in the ride, no rampin', that's five guys with— (Ching), ayy crampin' (Ching)

I play too much Black Ops 2 and do more than you, bro, what is your rankin'?

Had mans bae on a vizzy and callin' my tizzy, while doin' up— (Haha, cheeky)

In the T with B, man's vampin', pantin', just ducked jakes on the landin', tanned him, bust that case, outstandin' (Gang)

Should I chill or kill? One foot out, but still one hand in

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots

Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox

Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots

Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)

Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)

I went 'round with the skeng on F

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't—

This semi-auto ain't clean (Bap), pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This hand ting ain't got a beam, but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean (Bullet)

[Verse 3: Russ Millions]

I don't wanna hear about them man, when they hear skengs bang, run off with ten man (Dash)

Talk, talkin' a lot on live chat, can't wait to sight man, boy you ain't like that

Hidin', I'm up front, they're right back, despite that, pull up at gaffs then light that

Hijack any man's gyal and pipe that, my bad, broski come get your wife back (Come get her)

Man talk crud from a distance, go tell the fans what I done to your siblings (Splash)

Fishin', most of the opps been swimmin', six in this spin so you know I ain't missin' (Baow)

Active, don't mad me, get splashed

Biscotti, inhale, man's frass

Headshot gang, release my shank

Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots

Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox

Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots

Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)

Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)

I went 'round with the skeng on F

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't—

This semi-auto ain't clean (Bap), pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This hand ting ain't got a beam, but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean (Bullet)

[Verse 4: Russ Millions]

I'm cheeky and bad, I'm like twenty two with two hundred bags (Bags)

Don't get the kid mad, the machine get grab, I roll up and bang, bang (Bullet)

Splash it, everyone knows what I'm on

Who's next? Most of my opps been done (Done)

All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything **** get smoked (Bullet)

Badman far, I want badman pull up (Bullet)

Skengs on deck, boy, don't get coup up

Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up

Six figure nig', still makin' mula

Everyone's garn', make everyone leave (Where you goin'?)

Hold this arm, she tekin' this D

If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef, come fuck with a tug 'cah your man ain't the chief

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ Millions]

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots

Bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox

Jailhouse ting, true know I bring hot pots

Like, baby stop it (Stop), dotty too long, man cop then chop it (Chop it)

Talk about trap but you make no profit (Grub), made history, Gun Lean, can't top it (Top it)