Dig That by Elian Beak Lyrics

Damn I‘m so tired of these niggas
Im tired of these Bitches they cap
I play chess all these folks are the figures
Drop the pin see whats next on the map

Next step Better stay low
Next step  better get rid off the hoes
I be out side if you text me where it goes
Fo sure



Ive been on my shit
She still on my dick
Yeah they got no soul
Boy they seel it for a Brick

Boy you better give no shit
Bout niggas who do the same
I used to be on a trip but this got me back in the game

This nigga took a L SD
Now he out
You ain‘t commin in it‘s not my fault


Bitch why u capin
Been sleeping on a Mattress
Niggas they copy adlips
My life just turned like a backflip
And mind so opened up like my ex bitch

Na na na
I think I got the keys
I think x ray vision in the Streets
Stones so bright man I think they got bleached
She wanna hide, I don‘t play hide and seek

I want her to feel...
Fell the energy
Ride with me ( get high with me)

I hit the keys
They know the name young beak
Sippin tea while she sing that shit with me

Aye I wanna hop out a foreign car, oh yeah im in ( inside)

Hop out a four wheel drive or maybe a benz

Maybe a benz
I need some gas I need gas for my sins
I want new ice for my wrist 7 inch
I want vacation in paris, siBeria hills


I got it
I blow that gas I move around
But I stay Solid
Got this knowledge and gon get shit tatted on my body


I gotta
Keep her safe like a mf president
My niggas you Ain‘t even wanna battle em
She don‘t want no good bye she wanna go on a date
They think I don‘t know shit cuz I dont‘t got no evidence

Fuck it I make money on a Saturday
Now the saturday is fucking everyday
Got my Dick up in her face now she an elephant
Matterfact They can’t do shit cuz I’m Resistent

She had on a sun dress
Want to undress
Got her undressed
Thats a contest

Now she jumping
On my D scramin oh beak
Loud like a pumpgun


Shi shi shi shi shit im bussin,Im poppin
Li like a bottle im Honest
Beat punch u hard in your stomach
Beat so hard it make u Vomit

They hit the brake
Niggas get roasted, they get baked
I give no fucks she gives face
You see me all up in space


I like It
I like it cleaner that a dish
U got sick
I got six eaters I‘m the shit

Got the gas
I got a check she got ass
Pass a hoe and do the dash
Speed up like flash
Hit the blunt it hit me back
I don‘t coversate if it‘s not about the cash


Fuck up checks
Gettin texts
Drop a pin
I want racks

I like them long diamonds on a chain they match
It‘s cold like the ac ,We call it baguettes

Slidin in a bentley with the top off
She drivin me crazy
Seh ain't even got the fucking top off

My girls from the 80s
They driving me crazy
I don‘t put in no baby
Im ballin like kd

So fresh like a baby
You been gettin lazy
Gas ain't got me lazy
A star like mercedes

Yeah they so greedy
But watchin tv
You see the vvs I make it look freezy
I will make it on top and
I make it look easy
You can never stop it
Im outta here like weezy


I Fuck up all the hits
Got u looking like a dick
Now u mad
Cause you don‘t
Got the bag
I‘m a engine

I’m the energy they searchin for
Boy they swimming
We up in the air flying hig we got not limmit

Ye thats the bussines
Never go broke
Focused on my shit
Hit a lick with four O‘s

I know what I do
I do never overdose
They put shots in my dm
But now the fucking case is closed