Yadiggg lyrics
by Hardrock
[Intro]
(Racks comin' for real, we havin' supply, you tryna get by)
(b*tch I rock all black CDG up on the tie)
(Step up in my moshpit, you better be ready to die)
(Light his f*ckin' block up, like I did on Fourth of July)
(Know you-)
(Xaynor on the beat)
Yeah (Yeah), yadiggg (Yadiggg)
Yeah (Yeah), yadiggg (Yadiggg)
Yeah (Yeah), yadiggg (Yadiggg)
Yeah (Yeah), yadiggg (Yadiggg)
[Chorus]
I'm here to just run this sh*t (Yeah)
I'm here to just run the game (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to go Mad Max (Max)
I'm 'bout to go insane
I took a break after the EP and then came back and just started spittin' flame (Grrah)
Glock with an extendo, Imma let that b*tch hang like a motherf*ckin' chain (Grrah)
Glock with an extendo, Imma let that b*tch hang like a motherf*ckin' chain
Purple in my cup, I pour it up, yeah, purple rain
Diamonds all on me, they wet, they flooded, need to be drained
Told your main b*tch pull up, Imma beat that pus*y out the frame
[Verse 1]
I'm in this bih' with all the bats (Bats)
I'm in this bih' with all the slatts (Slatt!)
Come in this b*tch with the gats (Gats!)
Come in, yeah, countin' them racks (Racks!)
I roll exotic to get in the mood
First class, trip to the moon (Yeah!)
Masked up like MF Doom
Took some shrooms, see stars in my room
Racks comin' for real, we havin' supply, you tryna get by
b*tch I rock all black CDG up on the tie
Step up in my moshpit, you better be ready to die
Light his f*ckin' block up, like I did on Fourth of July (Yeah)
Know you swatted like a flea
Get you filled with these .23s
We make bodies drop for free
TTS always gon' eat (TTS)
That b*tch a fiend, treat me like a king, get on her knees (Get on her knee)
I'm havin' cash, pockets on shred, pockets on green (Pockets on green)
[Chorus]
I'm here to just run this sh*t (Run)
I'm here to just run the game (The game)
I'm 'bout to go Mad Max (Max)
I'm 'bout to go insane (Yeah)
I took a break after the EP and then came back and just started spittin' flame
Glock with an extendo, Imma let that b*tch hang like a motherf*ckin' chain
Glock with an extendo, Imma let that b*tch hang like a motherf*ckin' chain (Yeah)
Purple in my cup, I pour it up, yeah, purple rain (Yeah)
Diamonds all on me, they wet, they flooded, need to be drained
Told your main b*tch pull up, Imma beat that pus*y out the frame (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
I'm in this bih' with all the bats (Bats)
I'm in this bih' with all the slatts (Slatt!)
Come in this b*tch with the gats (Gats!)
Come in, yeah, countin' them racks (Racks!)
I roll exotic to get in the mood
First class, trip to the moon (Yeah)
Masked up like MF Doom
Took some shrooms, see stars in my room (Yeah)
Racks comin' for real, we havin' supply, you tryna get by (Yeah)
b*tch, I rock all black CDG up on the tie
Step up in my moshpit, you better be ready to die (Yeah)
Light his f*ckin' block up, like I did on Fourth of July (Yeah, 'Ly)