Hustle Gang - Ya Digg (ft. Shad, Travi$ Scott, Spodee, & T.I.) lyrics

[Produced by Tommy Brown] [Intro: T.I.] Leggo [Hook: Shad Da God & T.I] Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that 6 (hol' up!) Come through in that Benz playin' big (I say hol' up!) And we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it) Ain't sh** chu could motherf**in' tell us (turn it) Man I heard a fake one talkin' slick bout the kid (hol' up!) Tell the hoe we playin' with the paper like a kid Bankroll they neck, that's the sh** they just throat Hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man) Yeah, that's the motherf**in' kid, b**h You know I got my city, b**h I say, you could get your wig split [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Go on and let me dim the white light, burn the white candles Get a white girl out her white dress, down to white sandals (ya dig?) The only stars in astrology that's making profits Prophets on a rocket, like my city, we don't need the comet And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce, nonce My girl look like a Nicki Rihanna Minaj Grande Yonce That ego on a pedistal, you need better dude I told her that APC not ABC, public school [?] Still pushing packs, pushing packs on some mule sh**, I'm over night your limbs relax on some cool sh** When the sun go down we jump around we off the sh**s, [?] dig the kids, ya digg? Leggo