Digits

You won’t catch me fucking with her cuz she inconsistent
Money jumping how it’s flipping
Put the gas in the bong now it’s ripping
The car don’t got a top I hop up in it
X2

Dropping digits
Fuck 12 cuz to them I’m just a nigga
Fucked your girl cuz to her i am that nigga
You can dip and take that trash shit with you
I can tell these niggas flagging a little
But if I call it out then I’m the issue
Your girl feeling on my hair, Paul Mitchell
Now hold up, wait, let’s just keep it simple

You wasn’t with the wave until you found out
I simply got the juice so don’t get drowned out
These niggas really hating, block the sound out
We had nothing so we smoking out the pound now

I survived 17 rounds
I think my nigga sipping lean now
I might have to get out of town
Cuz everybody tryna knock me down

12 gon havе to track me down to lock me down
I had chosen you but I got options now
Likе I’m popping now
Eyes on me when I’m walking around

You won’t catch me fucking with her cuz she inconsistent
Money jumping how it’s flipping
Put the gas in the bong now it’s ripping
The car don’t got a top I hop up in it

Lit when the switch up
Bitch don’t switch up when I get bucks
Keep gas with us, I’m off the shits yuh
And I got a lot of women on my dick bruh
Ice cold, I’m way too sick
I sold my soul for this shit
I hit a couple bowl as a kid
I learned to roll as a jit
Now I roll with my niggas
Tryna hop on the road with my niggas
I just smoked a pole with my niggas
I can’t fuck with ya
The money makes me feel some type of way
Plus I think about it on any type of day
I got high today
I’ve been zooted out my mind all day