Ditch Diggers lyrics

[Intro: Quin NFN]
Hold on (Fuurgg on go)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Lotta n*ggas 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 (b*tch)
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, b*tch)

Lotta shots, open fire on a big n*gga (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 n*gga (We spinnin')
Young n*gga sixteen, he a ditch digger (Thdhhh)
Scat Pack out the lot we put sticks in 'em (We on it)

[Verse: Quin NFN]
New Glock Gen 5, Its a big gat (Pow pow)
On a highspeed, they callin' dispatch (I'm gone)
n*ggas broke then a hoe and can't fix that (Huh?)
Try to reach at a show and get hit at (Ayy)
I was down but I'm fresher than Tic Tac' (I'm on it)
My 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)
[Verse: SSG Splurge]
Where the weed and the blick's, all them b*tches
Let a raw n*gga 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 rod, n*gga 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 b*tches 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 (Bag)
Bet not think with ya di*k, 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 n*gga 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 (Bet' not)
The strongest survive, you gone die, you too thin (You gon' die)
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Lotta n*ggas 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 (b*tch)
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, b*tch)

Lotta shots, open fire on a big n*gga (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 n*gga (We spinnin')
Young n*gga 16, he a ditch digger (Thdhhh)
Scat Pack out the lot we put sticks in 'em (We on it)