DIGITS (BONUS)

I done ran some digits now these bitches on my dick
I can't hang with y'all, not my homies not my clique
And all the hoes and cars and money they ain't really shit
You flexing all that money put that shit on my wrist

Okay, No BO3 but I slide with the kuda
Bitch I been lit, your new man a loser
Get in the stu' and i'm fuckin' the booth up
Put me so low, now i'm starting to move up
Fighting no more, we pull up and shoot 'em
I'm with my twizzy we do not include them
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I got a lil' vision now I can never quit
All thee fuckin' rappers they be steady on my dick
That blonde boy steady lurkin' he so mad I fucked his bitch
Oh sorry i'm exposing, I don't really give a shit
Lil homie got a problem oh you know we pistol packed
And A- want me do die, stupid bitch you know ian dead
I hit that shawty once, then I did the fuckin' dash
Got two besties they cryin, I left them bitches on read
(Stupid bitch you know ian dead)
(Yeah I left them bitches on that read)
Skrtt Skrtt

I done ran some digits now these bitches on my dick
I can't hang with y'all, not my homies not my clique
And all the hoes and cars and money they ain't really shit
You flexing all that money put that shit on my wrist

I done ran some digits now these bitches on my dick
I can't hang with y'all, not my homies not my clique
And all the hoes and cars and money they ain't really shit
You flexing all that money put that shit on my wrist