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[Intro: Dig Dat & Loski] Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one Just cut my ex ting loose If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop But you know it can't end with truce Pull up on her like darling Local Spartan, Harlem Loose With three darlings, two leng-leng ones One jarring, ayy tell her to move Mazza, wagwan? [Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski] Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one Just cut my ex ting loose If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop But you know it can't end with truce Pull up on her like darling Local Spartan, Harlem Loose With three darlings, two leng-leng ones One jarring, ayy tell her to move [Verse 1: Dig Dat] And this bitch ain't my type She's raising her eye, tryna stop and stare I got this one link, long brown hair We roll to her crib and she's from 'round there They talk, we the ones who ride This 125's caught one-two guys You know that your boo come tru' for pipe She like "shoulda told me you're young, you lied" [Verse 2: Loski] Splash on me, think twice, don't do it Got the other side looking like moshpit Broski popped it, your whole day ruined Ninety-nine problems like Jay Z We get shavey, out here Ku-ing Can't hold my wap pretty lady Sorry baby, I just can't do it [Verse 3: Dig Dat] I got two bad B's from East One slim legs, hips and thighs They like Off-White on the side I need a Air Max with red zip ties But this t-shirt matching my blade It's black, you don't wanna get your V neck sliced Ten-ten got Ricky late Bad boy but your blicky's fake You know it's drought season too Make sure my nittys don't detox I'm on the corner trapping like the '80's Do it like Biggie and D-Roc Stack can't fit in my shoe box Remember when we only had Reeboks See opps, dishing out free shots Anytime we spin their block they speed off [Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski] Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one Just cut my ex ting loose If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop But you know it can't end with truce Pull up on her like darling Local Spartan, Harlem Loose With three darlings, two leng-leng ones One jarring, ayy tell her to move Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one Just cut my ex ting loose If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop But you know it can't end with truce Pull up on her like darling Local Spartan, Harlem Loose With three darlings, two leng-leng ones One jarring, ayy tell her to move [Verse 4: Loski] DSquared, LV, bit of Fendi Cool kid so they gyal wan' sex me Don't bang on the block, just bet me I'mma splash this yute if you let me Spend more than five on kicks What's wrong with these pricks? Got more than Jet Li Must've saw Anwar, never met me In school when I was with Leslie In a VIP, nuff gyal on me Too bad I can't help this jezzie SD with me, two G's with me Shell so hotels get messy See opps in the field, get messy Them yutes been lying We hotstep and get pressy Deadly, run for their life, they're leggy [Verse 5: Dig Dat] Plain white T on my ironing board You know I gotta press out the crease Skin fade with new J's This dust on the floor just fell out my fleece I just came out the trap with Dave I always let him test out a piece But this flake no less than a eight That's slate, ten-ten got the best in the streets Plus, twenty one days on losses, lost that privilege, PS2 Spilt paint on all four pockets, call these vintage DSQ's It's a hundred percent all cotton Mask on, witness, can't see through It's a hundred percent all cotton Mask on, witness, can't see through [Chorus: Dig Dat & Loski] Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one Just cut my ex ting loose If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop But you know it can't end with truce Pull up on her like darling Local Spartan, Harlem Loose With three darlings, two leng-leng ones One jarring, ayy tell her to move