Digga D & ArrDee – Wasted Lyrics

Yeah
Don’t get it twisted, you know
My dad’s from East
Which makes me a real geezer, fella
Someone get me a fucking Stella (yo)

Get me white boy wasted (yeah)
Get me lit, get me pissed, get me faded
Get the condoms, get the gyal dem naked
Want the long john, it’s the dick that she tasting
Now she hot like a basin
Don’t say it, just save it
All my shoes got laces
Don’t make badman blaze it (yeah)
Anytime that I jump on a beat like this
Gotta shout AJ ‘cah that flow is his
Every other day, I get stopped by CIDs
Still mix Amnesia weed with cigs
(The ammi smells)
This the loudest there is, is
I just snuck in my nizz, don’t make me lock the ting, it’s a chizz
Bubble that, double that, juggle that
Double back, double tap, rubble that
Shuffle back, unzip the duffle bag
Now-now he’s in trouble, akh, shovel that
Ps from the trap, I don’t trouble that
Put down a hunnid racks
JSav, that’s my brother that, brother that
We ain’t cheffing, bro, we’re gunnin’ that, gunnin’ that

I-I ain’t cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun
If you try to run, I’m kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun
I ain’t cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun
If you try to run, I’m kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun

Hey, it’s the morning, I’m still drunk, buss it, aight?
Ayy

White boy wasted crew and we roll in cars
Wreckin’ ’em like they’re stolen
Barbies, bleach blonde, Phil Foden
Makin’ ’em scream that it’s comin’ home and that (and that)
I told Digga to roll with that (with that)
‘Cause I’m so fuckin’ off my nut
I might just lack
I don’t shoot no wap, beer bottles get smashed
So let’s have it (let’s have it)
You don’t wanna party with ArrDee, none of ’em hack it (none)
It’s litty for really, it’s silly, if you got a drink and I see it, I’ll back it (back)
Necking it off, just like the gyal in my bed that I’ve got
Turn up with tugs and geezers’, the lot
My own family think I’ve lost the plot, I don’t give a toss
Leave the girl breathing heavy
Easy, steady (it’s bait)
I don’t know about stayin’ out late, ’cause I party ’til the sun rises, boy
Have the cab man screaming
It’s litty for really, a whole bag of noise
The vibes in the room but Digga’s too loose
Heard man say

I-I ain’t cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun
If you try to run, I’m kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun
I ain’t cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun
If you try to run, I’m kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun