Life of a Real G Freestyle Lyrics by Digga D is the latest English song. Life of a Real G Freestyle lyrics are written by Digga D while the song is produced by Digga D.
Life of a Real G Freestyle Song Details:
| Song: | Life of a Real G Freestyle |
| Singer: | Digga D |
| Produced by: | Digga D |
| Written by: | Digga D |
Life of a Real G Freestyle Lyrics
F*ck them old spinners and them rusty shotguns
You know it’s fresh semi automatic hand guns, you get me?
We want it from the high power
SK, AK, we outside all day, you get me?
Up close and personal, head shots point blank
Go home and watch off the jail cell
Half a milly watch box, winter time, drop tops
Million pound [?] got the whole strip locked off
Urus Cullinan, G Wagon [?]
All I gotta do is point and lick my girl blast off
Top shelf, Cali weed, good white, bangin’ B
Man will switch randomly, and leavin’ man’s a casulty
Bad b!tches, BBL’s, nothing but freaky girls
Had to swap the fizzy for the glizzy ’cause we needed shells
Emerald cut diamonds, cuban chains shining timing
Time in confinement, razor blades slicing
Touch road, done loads, you know I breached license
Done a recall my people was getting spice
And 10K Wandsworth, accounts getting hot now
DST spun the G now, A wings pop down
Ever popped a paigon and left his face chopped out?
You ain’t never made the whole jail go on lockdown
You get me, real f*ckin’ savage get
And this thing f*ckin’ twisted
Youngest richest littlest n!gga in my fuckin’ city
Next generation, you know the f*ckin’ vibes
Free the guys, free all the lifers
Free the shooters, free the knifers
Real f*ckin’ G’s in this thing, you get me?
CGM, you know the vibe, s*ck your mother
CGM, SSK, first then we’ll let it spray
Stone bridge of heavy weights
Tons of n!ggas getting paid
Real side of Camden per quarter combo
Anytime I give Jaws a drop, yo he’s on go
Lower tall six-seven chillin’ with a big weapon
Birmingham, if you’re on to tallest then I’m chin checking
Digga’s fresh home, moving loose, told them “Take time”
Boowoo, you know I f*ck with A9
[?] man through the whole brainers
Never have I seen an LA yute withous his shavers
Homerton, Holly Street, **** is a proper neek
Any time I see **** it’s getting poppin’ G
The real side of Bush, we’re straight and in Hayes
Any time I see ****’s gettin’ laid out
You ain’t never sat outside a crib with the stake out
Hit a hundred grand lick and had to skate out