Digga D – G Lock Lyrics

Digga D G Lock Lyrics (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

AOD
It’s sounds like Nyge

Rise the machine, the G-lock
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty
(Yo, rev it up, rev it up)

Rise the machine, the G-lock
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty

Look, yo
Lemme know where that barbecue is
I’ll aim at chest and barbecue ribs
I’ll cross the **** claart off two quid
Then park the broom stick, this ain’t no new tricks
I’ll ride for Jesus and get down Judas
I’m way too ruthless, they can’t diffuse it
I see a man turn into a statue
Ain’t playing no games, who stopped the music? (Who stopped it?)
He’s acting too tough, I’ll grab my toothbrush
I gave him two plus, I’m moving ruthless
The govs are Ku Klux, they turned my crew nuts
I filled a complaint, but they’re just useless
The pr!ck Mister Kerry flipped my whole celly
Didn’t find nothin’, still took my telly (s*ck ya muddah, p*ssy)
Came lookin’ for phones but didn’t find any
What’s 9 plus 10? 21 (Twenty-one)
Grab the bells and load this gun (Bah! Baow!)
Hit his headie, I told him hold this one (Su, su-su-su-su)
One (Bloo, wu, wu)
Purchase, purchase
Can’t find him, catch his friend and hurt him
BHA caught **** to burst him
Two with one, that’s me, younger version

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Rise the machine, the G-lock
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty

Rise the machine, the G-lock
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty
Yo, rev up that

Go, pick a machine
The Lambo, the Maybach
The Maybach, the Corvette
The Hellcat, Durango
All these n!gga* with me bosses
You gotta ask for permission, I have it, no say-so (I have it, no motion)
Said her n!gga from the other side, I broke out to laughing (Hahaha, p*ssy)
Feet on the pedal, she f*ckin’ with me ’cause I’m smashin’
See-saw (What’s that?)
These b!tches go back and forth, kick ’em out like FIFA (Soccer)
Re-stock (Re up)
Sold ’em some re-rock, then hid the money in the sheet rock (In the wall)
Done with Wockesha (That was my G)
Now I gotta rehab, detox (Damn)
Freaky lil b!tch from London
s*cked my cock so good my feet locked (Ooh)
Smoke out the pound, uh, uh
Drink out the bottle, uh, uh
Been having my way for a while, I cannot go back to the bottom, uh, uh
Believe what you see, n!gga, f*ck what you heard
Consider it done if I give the word
Clip hold a fifty, but I loaded thirty
Switch on the glizzy, I make it say brrrrr

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Rise the machine, the G-lock (b*ng!)
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty
(Yo, rev it up, rev it up)

Rise the machine, the G-lock
(Yo, bun that, bun that)
Life machine saved the boy from ****
(Tun that, tun that)
Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off
(Yo, get away, get away)
My young boy still slides on a fifty