Memories

[Intro: Reepz]

(Producer tag: I'm from Amsterdam my nigga what!)

It's Diggler, look

[Verse: Kurt Diggler]
They mad at us but fuck em though we getting money we on
Swaggin on that Instagram got bad bitches on our phone
My life is like a movie Versace ashtrays in my home
They said i'm not lyrical I laughed at them they wrong
It gotta be a miracle cause pussy nigga i'm on
I'm from east side of that Oakland
I'm a real nigga that's danger zone
Real niggas “[?]” got hit “[?]” my nigga gone
So what the fuck you niggas hollaring bout
Bitch imma keep wylin out
Keep 4 5 on me
For you niggas that want it
And I ain't going out
My bullets are give em out
My bitches I send em out
Imma keep getting it out
Until I can't ge tit out
Imma stay dripped in Prada

[Chorus:Sample]

[Verse: Kurt Diggler]
“[?]” gone, “[?]” gone, MG gone and Marcus gone
Stay rocking with my 40 Glock cause nigga I feel all alone
Half of my hood done got hit
Half of my hood done hit shit
But “[?]” on the daily
My old bitches they pay me
They say I drive them crazy
Cause I want mo fucking money every time them bitches pay me
And imma keep on living right
Long as I treat my bitches right
Cause “[?]” feel important
Stunting on you faggot hoes
With no swag and no goals
Memories of a gangsta got me rapping on your haters
Lil Rob I do this shit for you
And my nigga Emo too
And my nigga “[?]” free him out the zoo
Remember them days we used to have them water fights
“[?]” wetting shit up with 100 round drums
NIggas gotta have they funds up
“[?]” have they guns up
I'm still ballin on these pussy niggas
Bruh they been done and they mad at me
But I just laugh at em
I hit the corner in the Benz just to growl at em

[Chorus:Sample]