yadigg Lyrics

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Woah

Shordy bad, she can get everything up in the section

I don't- Idon't fuck with snake hoes, don't bring them in my direction

All my business be disclosed, I can't fuck 'round with no peasant

Try to show me up, treat your ass a lesson

Send you right to heaven

I got nines and elevens

And hell no, nah I'm no killer

I just don't play games with no nigga

I'm just big up on my figures

Quick to crop you out the picture

I done lost so many niggas

It don't bother me lil' nigga

I got used to it lil' nigga

It feel normal now lil' nigga

More money comin' in

Less fucking friends

I'd rather be alone

Then dead up in the penn

These niggas try to use you

You need to pay attention

And learn how all these niggas move off of first impression

My shordy tried to warn me bout them niggas, I ain't listen

She tried to show me all the signs, but I'll never get it

She hate when I talk 'bout them guns, but shell never get it

These niggas moving wierd of in the streets, I need a smithen

Wesson, for testing

Leave a nigga right up on the curb 'cause he ain't check in

Walk around up in the crib with 'lenciaga on, I'm flexing

I got mulitple checks

Put my money all on bread, and it's nothing less

Try to play me 'bout my money, shots up at your neck

Give my family all I got, till it's nothing less

Been grinding since a youngin' I'm a die for my respect

It's KB bitch 4L, disrespect, shots at your chest

I did a lot of shit, I'm still alive I'm so blessed

I'm top three and I'm three through one, I'm the best

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

Woah

Shordy- Shordy bad, she can get everything up in the section

I don't fuck with snake hoes, don't bring them in my direction

All my business be disclosed, I can't fuck 'round with no peasant

Said I'm top three and I'm three through one

Shordy fine as hell, she hot like the sun

Acting like you hard bitch, where's your fucking gun?

All my- all my niggas we don't play, walk 'round with them drums

We don't- we don't give no fucks, take that breath up out your lungs

We gon'- we gon' handle all the problems, we ain't no punks

223's eat your bitch ass for lunch

Go and link my babygirl, yeah she know wassup

If you ain't really 'bout it, go ahead and run

Yelling out yadigg while I light you like a blunt

Told you I'm the shit I ain't talking bout no runs, huh

Said I'm top three and I'm three through one

Shordy fine as hell, she hot like the sun

Acting like you hard bitch, where's your fucking gun?