Track لیل واینه - Ya Dig

Can we talk about it now? I mean the little trouble that you've been having lately You know I really can’t stand the way, you know, that we're acting toward each other It's just not right, you know Uh-uhm, yeah, they love me when the mic on But then they show my dark side when the lights on But fuck ’em in the ass with a pipe, homes Fuck off and let me get my life on You Cracker Jacks, get your white on I will send niggas to your house while your wife home I'm black and proud, right on And since the lights on, lеt me get my bright on Don't worry 'bout what I'm on I own evеrything around me, now get the fuck from 'round me I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on Get the fuck up out my hair unless you're my comb That mean mind yours because I'm grown And I’ma die alone with my styrofoam I hope you gettin’ what I'm saying now And please don’t get mad Uhm, like get the fuck out of my business 'Cause I've been handling the fuck outta my business Grinding got perfect attendance Flyer than first-class and detention Uh, been a winner since a beginner And my records show, now leave it in the Guinness What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started Put you on the sideline like Vince Lombardi Weezy, newborn baby, and it’s my party And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope Bright red flag like a red velvet rope I'm open for criticism But really, is it any room for criticism? When this shit does it in 'em deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets Bitch, I be and I been ballin', yeah I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now (Uh) And please don't get mad And now I'm back like spinal, attack like rhino Got the thunder like Lionel And leave your head spinning like vinyl I know, psycho but tight though, right ho But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko I go get from the get-go, go let, let go, let's go, go where, anywhere but nowhere, cold-erre than a pol-air bears, toenail, no frail, don't break, too real Boy I get it poppin' like New Year's Scream "Hallelujah" I am the one call me new year My car windows dark and my diamond chains too clear Like a light blink bitch I wear a ice rink, syrup pink, that ice pink Pour it up for Pimp C Pour it up for Screw and Moe Pour it up for Bun B Pour it up for young me, nigga You know, I mean, it's just, you know I just think, maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money, buying me fancy clothes