What You Reckon Lyrics – Digga D ft. B-Lovee

[Intro: Digga D]
You done messed up Aaron!
R 1 4! SR, what's your problem fam'?
(N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend,
N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend,
N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend, )
Yo! yo! yo!

[Chorus 2X: Digga D]
Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

[Verse 1: Digga D]
**** stretched like yoga
**** got stretched like Yola
Mix the cocaine with the ammonia
Paraphernalia all on the sofa
**** try run, so man, what a joker
Still got put on my poker hahaha
(Done him up, done him up, done him up bad)
**** got super soaked up
Picture the .40 clarting
For anyone askin'
It's just me that's drilling and chartin'
Top ten with the skeng, I'll blast him
Top five with a knife, I'll carve him
Top **** got taped, stop laughin'
It was us that got down ****
Never dropped ****, but man's still sparkin'
If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble it
Yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cμm in it
This little b¡tch wanna boom off my cocky after
She finished the boom with the rum in it
I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it
The car behind got a fμcκ¡ng gun in it
One had a whistle and one had a beam
But I need a gun with a fμcκ¡ng drum in it

[Chorus 2X: Digga D]
Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen, I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
What he reppin'?
Thought he steppin'
He might sneak in the spot with his weapon
We hit a opp, he gon' drop any second
They know I'm too deep in this hit, it won't stop
I'ma stay with this Glock and get lit, I'ma flock
Glock, that's a new opp in a box
She keep shaking her ѕh¡t with the Glock in her hand
I'ma shake up the block when I hop out and blam
Soon as I hop out he ran
This ѕh¡t a whole .30
Click into a jam (Click into a jam)
Still I could get sturdy
I might do my dance (Might do my dance)
If he twin, he get sturdy
He don't even dance (He don't even dance)
Driving wise in the spot, that's what I do
Say he gon' do what? He get shot if he try to
I bring knocks in the spot, that's how I move
Thinking I'm lackin', lil' boy I am not you
I don't give a fμcκ about him nd his gang
I know I got fam', but I still let it bang like
They keep talking but ain't do a thing
Catch me on the opps, let it off at the daylight
I'm not doing this ѕh¡t for no name
This really be me, no cap
We caught opp after opp
A couple n¡ɡɡαѕ lack
We spin block after block
A couple n¡ɡɡαѕ smack

[Chorus 2X: Digga D]
Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

Fμcκ my career for a second
Eighteen I was on seven
Seventeen, six in the Wesson
One, two, six, I'll cheff him
Gave the four and the baby a blessin'
Eight in the baby nine I'll kweff him
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin'
What you reckon?
(What you reckon?)

[Outro: Digga D]
You done messed up Aaron!
R 1 4! SR, what's your problem fam'?
(N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend,
N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend,
N¡ɡɡα ρμѕѕy best friend)