What You Reckon Songtext
von Digga D feat. B-Lovee

(You done messed up, Aaron)
(R14)
(If I was your best friend)
Yo, yo, yo


Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin′ (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I′ll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)
Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin′ (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin′ (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred ′lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)


- Stretched like yoga (Mm)
- Got stretched like Yola (Mm)
Mix the cocaine with the ammonia, paraphernalia all on the sofa
- Try run, saw man, what a joker, still got put on my poker
Done him up, done him up, done him up bad
- And - got super soaked up (Woi)
Picture the .40 clartin′ (Boom)
For anyone askin', it′s just me that's drillin' and chartin′ (Yeah)
Top ten with the skeng, I′ll blast him (Mm)
Top five with a knife, I'll carve him (Mm)
Top - got taped, stop laughin′ (Mm)
It was us that got down - (Mmm)
Never dropped -, but man's still sparkin′
If your cunt ain't wet, (Mm), I won′t trouble it
Yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cum in it (Mm)
This little bitch wanna boom off my cocky
After she finished the boom with the rum in it (Mm)
I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it
The car behind got a fuckin' gun in it (Mm)
One had a whistle and one had a beam
But I need a gun with a fuckin′ drum in it (Baow)

Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin′ (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I′ll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin′ (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)
Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin' (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin′ (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin′ (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)

What he reppin′? Bro be 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 shit, it won′t stop
I'ma stay with this Glock, it get lit, I′ma flock, grrah,
That's a new opp in a box (That's a opp in a box)
She keep shakin′ her shit with the Glock in her hand
(With the Glock in her hand)
I′ma shake up the block when I hop out and blam
(When I hop out and blam)
Soon as I hop out, he ran
This shit'll hold thirty, click into a jam (Click into a jam)
Off the Wock′, he 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)
Drivin' wise in the spot, that′s what I do (That's what I do)
Say he gon' do what? He get shot if he try to (Try to)
I bring knocks in the spot, that′s how I move (That′s how I move)
Thinkin' I′m lackin', lil′ boy, I am not you (I'm not)
I don′t give a fuck about him and his gang, ('Bout him and his gang)
I know I got fame, but I still let it bang, like (Still let it bang)
He keep talkin' but ain′t do a thing (Ain′t do a thing)
Catch me on the opps, let it off at the daylight (Glah-glah-glah)
I'm not doin′ this shit for no name (No name)
This really be me, no cap (No cap)
We caught opp after opp, a couple niggas lack (A couple niggas lack)
We spin block after block, a couple niggas snap (Grrah)

Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin' (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin′ (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred ′lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)
Fuck my career for a second (Mm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm)
One, two, six, I was cheffin' (Woi)
Gave the four and the baby a blessin′ (Bap)
Eight in the baby nine, I′ll kweff him (Baow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin′ (Brr)
What you reckon? (What you reckon?)

(You done messed up, Aaron)
(R14)
(If I was your best friend)