CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Digits

That b*t*h a lil' freak, I know she wanna do the gang
And I can't really f**k with her unless she got a bag
And this glizzy automatic, guaranteed to save the day
Why you cappin' like you got it? This a prep, day to day
And I got n***as really trappin', they don't know no other way
Crodie came across a bucktee, gave him business all the way
And I'm just runnin' up these digits, separate me from the fake
And he say he want a feature, best believe you gotta pay

Upside down LV, no, I ain't basic
Got foreign wheels on the road, and not racing
They like how I stay ten toes, indepеndent
All VS stones, and this Jesus pеndant
At the end we gettin' thousands after thousands
Open that mosh pit, like a Perc, I'm poppin'
Tryna make a profit, and I'm stayin' silent
Off-White, all drip means you got it

That b*t*h a lil' freak, I know she wanna do the gang
And I can't really f**k with her unless she got a bag
And this glizzy automatic, guaranteed to save the day
Why you cappin' like you got it? This a prep, day to day
And I got n***as really trappin', they don't know no other way
Crodie came across a bucktee, gave him business all the way
And I'm just runnin' up these digits, separate me from the fake
And he say he want a feature, best believe you gotta pay