digits Lyrics

Yeah (Hoodrich)

You don't know what I be doin', so mind your own business

That Glock in the back, finna spit if you trippin' Bangin' tha- bangin' that glock and I really ain't kiddin'

You know I'm with gang and I stay on the mission

I stay on my money, I stay with them digits

You play with the gang, you get left in some ditches (Maybach Music)

All of y'all lame, y'all really be-

You play with the gang and we really be blitzin'

I really don't care about them dudes, know we mix it

I hop in a Lamb and you know that I'm whippin' (Yuh, Yuh)

Why is you mad, boy, why is it trippin'

You play with the gang and that Glock finna rip it

You play with the gang and that Glock finna hit it

You play with the gang, you get left with some stitches

Yeah, you know that I really ain't finished

Get thrown in the sea and them dudes goin' fishin'

Got blood in yo' mouth, and you know that you swish it

I never forget and I'm never forgivin'

Just money around me, that's how I be livin'

That boy got a bounty, his top gon' be drippin'

She finna surround me, surrounded by women

That Glock finna down em', you play with my business

That Glock finna down him, he mess with the mission

I really don't know why that dude think we kiddin'

That Glock in the back, hit that boy in his kidney

That Glock finna splash and I'm gon' have to rinse it

My diamonds is cold, you gon' need you some mittens

You play with the gang, but you know that's forbidden

That chop got him ate, got him cooked, you diminished

Whatever I'm doing, don't matter, I'm winnin'

Swerve in a lamb with them big ol' knockers

Pull up with that Glock, when you see it, we got em'

I hop out the whip, you know that I'm poppin

This money so old, but it really ain't rotten

That boy go to sleep, cause the Glock really rock em'

Pull up with that heat, got that Glock, I ain't talkin'

He come up to me, it ain't endin' too proper

That chop finna sing like it's playin' some opera

Pull up with that Glock, I pull up with that choppa, you know I go boom like I came with some rockets, yeah

You don't know what I be doin', so mind your own business

That Glock in the back, finna spit if you trippin' Bangin' tha- bangin' that glock and I really ain't kiddin'

You know I'm with gang and I stay on the mission

I stay on my money, I stay with them digits

You play with the gang, you get left in some ditches, boom