[Intro: Anthony Rhyne]
Most quietest dudes that be cracking jokes (Gotcha), and they be cool and humble and all that, they be the killers
[Chorus: Digga D]
I know why them man are acting nonchalant
They're insecure, but I'm bad and confident
Shoot with skill, I'm not incompetent
One phone call can make it long for them
Why are they acting nonchalant?
They ain't bad and confident
It seems like they want acknowledgement
One phone call can make it long for them
I just got the drop on a rapper
I told Huncho, "Charge that tracker"
Hе's in Central eating in Hakka
Mental, I donе it on Mappa
He's got a watch and it's better than mine
Fuck that, it's really that time
I got the drop, it was just after eight
It's only right that I slide with the nine
[Verse 1: Digga D & Horrid1]
I made my enemies link up, I'm their bonding topic
Before they get in the car and drill, they pick up their phones and gossip
Someone keep it a buck, stop gassin' him up when you know he's not on it
Your friend tried run, couldn't cover his head, but still got put on a bonnet
Before I was drinkin' matcha, I been had quarter zips
Three hundred pounds off Cali, had homegirl taking trips
Had a million pound in mids, I can literally show them vids
Tried to leave her AirPods inside the whip
She thought she was slick, but I caught that bitch
You brought that ho Carbone, I gave that ho some bone in the car
I make them post their lo', and they're gone
They don't want Digga to know where they are
I made a million pounds off an app, come join my chat if you wanna get far
I coulda made an extra ten on a bet, but I lost that shit 'cause of VAR
[Chorus: Digga D]
I know why them man are acting nonchalant
They're insecure, but I'm bad and confident
Shoot with skill, I'm not incompetent
One phone call can make it long for them
Why are they acting nonchalant?
They ain't bad and confident
It seems like they want acknowledgement
One phone call can make it long for them
I just got the drop on a rapper
I told Huncho, "Charge that tracker"
He's in Central eating in Hakka
Mental, I done it on Mappa
He's got a watch and it's better than mine
Fuck that, it's really that time
I got the drop, it was just after eight
It's only right that I slide with the nine
[Verse 2: Digga D]
They weren't givin' me verses, so I started robbin' these rappers
Throwing the bags in the back of a truck like a bin man, after I'm finished in Harrods
They wanna put money on my head
Tell them I got money on my mind already, none of that matters
A hundred kilos landed, ten got caught, I was angered
I felt like Larry Hoover when them packs came vacuumed
In and out bandos, breathing crack fumes
Trap's hotboxed, don't go in that back room
You ain't nothin' like Mitch or a cosplayin' bitch like Noo-Noo
I had coke in my clothes like Lulu before the views on YouTube
[Outro: Anthony Rhyne]
These dudes that be actin' all tough with mugs on they face, on social media actin' big bad wolf twenty-four seven
Sagging, tryna have the— the thug aesthetic twenty-four seven
I don't want y'all to think that them the bad guys, bruh
Those are the guys that are scared
