Digital Dash

My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My dope in the bushes, I know how to cook it Yeah, yeah, yeah

I did the digital dash I fuck your bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first

These bitches be naggin the kid They get on my motherfucking nerves I showed her my racks and they love me I'm smokin' that pack on muddy Taliban on these hoes Give a Xan to these hoes Got em playing with they nose I sleep on the beach off the avenue I came to your city with revenue I put in work it was evident I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce Come back on your bitch in a six trey Chevy, Mercedes I keep 'em comin' Fuck all these bitches I keep em' comin' I pull up right now I'm parallel I hit your block with them swangers My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers I sit in the trap with the gangsters You don't come around here 'cause it's dangerous I be hangin' around here and I'm famous Gotta keep the trigger by my finger Hit her sideways when I banged her In the driveway on a perc I was sideways on a perc Had a stick on me, that's a first Got your bitch on me gettin' murked I post up and that's confident I boast up in a drop 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit I'm a dope boy with that cock trip I came in the game I had crack on me Got big with my bag with some Act on me I'm single and shit and she lash on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused on millions and everything I just took me a trip out to Africa See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it I see how they countin' this out Bet they ain't never gonna do it again You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I bought up before they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons

I did the digital dash I fuck your bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first

These bitches be nagging the kid Fuck it, it is what it is If you get hit you get hit I don't forget or forgive Told myself never again I don't let nobody in Super just showed out again And we just keep servin' and Servin' again and again and again and again I move the game up, I'm reckless I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure I might put Diddy on my next shit I might could fit you in on a Wednesday I'm not here for no pretend shit Just walked in with a girl that's making triple What I'm making, what an entrance That's when you know it's a body Zone 6, they know it's a body Kirkwood, they know it's a body Lil' Mexico know it's a body Scooter in here with the zombies Gucci get out it's a problem I might take Quentin to Follies You hate your life, just be honest I got the digital dash She want a picture with all of my niggas That just made the visual last But she too embarrassed to ask I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past Esco and Boomin they got it on smash And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I

I did the digital dash I fuck the bitch on the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to lil' mama though

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