Quin NFN, SSG Splurge – Ditch Diggers
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Ditch Diggers

IntroQuin NFN

Hold on
Aye, aye, aye

ChorusQuin NFN

Lotta niggas be talkin' with loose lips [Loose lip
Hit the block rockin' ice with some blue strips [I'm on it
Glock 19 wit' a drum and it shoot swift [Pow pow pow
Go getcho own clique cause we don't recruit here [Bitch
I'm at work in Givenchy, no days off [I'm on it
Quin clutch like he Harden in the playoffs
We swing the stick in the field but don't play golf [Grrrah
I put in the grind and the time, hope it pay off [Hold on, bitch]

Lotta shots, open fire on a big nigga [Bow bow bow
Went from sleepin' on floors to chinchilla [I'm on it
New house wit' a maid, make her fix dinner [She on it
At the hoes for the money, I been in her [I promise
Sippin' drank, I'ma need a new kidney
Go get a frisbee, I promise we spin nigga [We spinnin'
Young nigga sixteen, he a ditch digger [Thdhhh
Scat Pack out the lot we put sticks in 'em [We on it]

VerseQuin NFN

New Glock Gen 5, Its a big gat [Pow pow
On a highspeed, they callin' dispatch [I'm gone
Niggas broke then a hoe and can't fix that [Huh?
They try to reach at a show and get hit at [Ayy
I was down but I'm fresher than Tic Tacs [I'm on it
Youngin' dropped out but he know where the licks at
This ain't a group text, why would we chit-chat?
Pull up, draw down; Where the weed and the blicks at? [Bow, bow, bow]

VerseSSG Splurge

Where the weed and the blick's, all them bitches
Let a raw nigga get ahold to them Glock switches
Every dash digital, and every roof missin'
Used to be McDonalds now we Ruth's Chrissin'
Still free double, I say, "Hut," then they blitzin' [They blitzin'
Fishscale, how he get a shark in the kitchen? [How he get a shark?
Big bag, how he lose it all and ain't trippin? [How he lose it all?
Glizzy team, I can't imagine me slippin' [Uh, uh]

Told the plug I want pints for this Christmas [For this Christmas
Told yo' ho "I do talkin', you listen" [You listen
New rob, nigga thinkin' we fishin' [We fishin'
White hoes think I'm Jordan or Pippen [Or Pippen
Everything I do is times ten
Bro a shooter, he lost it, he Jeremy Lin [Jeremy
I got bitches in Amsterdam and Berlin
Hoes in London and Paris, they all got friends

I got rich hoes in LA they all got a Benz [All got a Benz
Reward 'em with a bag when he come home from camp
Bet not think with ya dick, you better think like a man
Robbed the plug in Atlanta, he was callin' me twin
I'll scoot on a white, now I'm the nigga that's in
Let it die down a little bit then do it again [Do it one more time
Jump in that water, you bet' not, you can't swim
The strongest survive, you gone die, you too thin [You gon' die]

ChorusQuin NFN

Lotta niggas be talkin' with loose lips [Loose lip
Hit the block rockin' ice with some blue strips [I'm on it
Glock-19 wit' a drum and it shoot swift [Pow pow pow
Go get yo' own clique cause we don't recruit here [Bitch
I'm at work in Givenchy, no days off [I'm on it
Quin clutch like he Harden in the playoffs
We swing the stick in the field but don't play golf [Grrah
I put in the grind and the time, hope it pay off [Hold on, bitch]

Lotta shots, open fire on a big nigga [Bow bow bow
Went from sleepin' on floors to chinchilla [I'm on it
New house wit' a maid, make her fix dinner [She on it
At the hoes for the money, I been in her [I promise
Sippin' drank, I'ma need a new kidney
Go get a frisbee, I promise we spin nigga [We spinnin'
Young nigga 16, he a ditch digger [Thdhhh
Scat Pack out the lot we put sticks in 'em [We on it]

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