Mr Sheeen Lyrics - Digga D

[Intro] 

Gotcha 

[Verse 1: Digga D] 

Slide in whips, slide in six, they ain't 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, his GM (Chinged) 

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 waiting for addicts 

It's 12 o'clock at night, when the Giro comes, I'm there with the package, trapping 

Feds tryna stop me from rapping, mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (You know) 

They had me in the dock, sweating, stressing, chatting 'bout shooting and stabbings 

Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned 

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[Chorus: Digga D & Russ] 

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox 

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots 

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it 

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't 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 fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen 

This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean 

[Verse 2: Digga D] 

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

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

Can't wait 'till me and them link up, pull up at drink ups, letting off handting's 

Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (Ching) 

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

Had mans bae on a vizzy and calling my tizzy while doing up wanking (Haha) 

In the T with B, man's vamping, panting 

Dust up jakes in the landing, tanned him, buss that case, outstanding (Gang) 

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

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[Chorus: Digga D & Russ] 

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox 

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots 

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it 

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't 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 fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen 

This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean 

[Verse 3: Russ] 

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

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

Hiding, 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, fishing (Splash) 

Most of the opps been swimming, six in the spin so you know I ain't missing (Bow) 

Active, don't mad me, get splashed 

This dotty inhale mans frass 

Headshot gang, release my shank 

Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank 

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ] 

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox 

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots 

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it 

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't 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 fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen 

This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean 

[Verse 4: Russ] 

I'm cheeky and bad, I'm like 22 with 200 bags (Bags) 

Don't get the kid mad, the mach-ine get grabbed, I roll up and bang, bang 

Splash it, everyone knows what I'm on 

Who's next? Most of my opps been done 

All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything B get smoked 

Badman far when badman pull up 

Skengs on deck boy, don't get cook up 

Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up 

Six figure nig', still making mula 

Everyone's garn' make everyone leave 

Hold this arm, she taking this D 

If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef 

Come fuck with a t'ug cah your man ain't the chief 

[Chorus: Digga D & Russ] 

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox 

Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots 

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it 

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