CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Digits
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I've been running up them digits
Run it back up, I've been
I've been running up them digits
Gang, gang, gang
Run it back up, I've been running up them digits
360's with the drifties, these b*t*hes spinning like a fidget
These n***as hating on me because I'm out here trying to get it
n***as losers, boy you foolish, how you mad because I'm winning?
Boy, you better get your b*t*h, she looking at me and she grinning
Just by the way she staring at me, I can tell she with it
I pray the Lord Lord everyday, cause b*t*h, I'm always sinning
I'm just getting started with this sh*t, I know it will never finish
I don't got no friends, I just want more bands
Tell lil' shawty pop up to the spot and bust it open
I'm getting back to do the simple sh*t, and I ain't joking
Make a rap n***a dissappear like hocus-pocus (Gang)
n***as know I got this rapping sh*t hands down
Ask your b*t*h about me, she know I'm the man now
All these n***as from the circus, they some dam clowns
Big bands, big bands in my pants now
And my gang members ain't selling no grams now
I got bad b*t*hes with me thats gonna scam out
n***a's turkey, so you know I'm going ham now
Broski, he go bam now, wipe you out like ShamWow
Never needed handouts, and b*t*h I always stand out
I got songs for days, [?] a n***a ran out
And if you counting me out, n***a obviously you can't count
I've been running up them digits
Run it back up, I've been
I've been running up them digits
Gang, gang, gang
Run it back up, I've been running up them digits
360's with the drifties, these b*t*hes spinning like a fidget
These n***as hating on me because I'm out here trying to get it
n***as losers, boy you foolish, how you mad because I'm winning?
Boy, you better get your b*t*h, she looking at me and she grinning
Just by the way she staring at me, I can tell she with it
I pray the Lord Lord everyday, cause b*t*h, I'm always sinning
I'm just getting started with this sh*t, I know it will never finish
I don't got no friends, I just want more bands
Tell lil' shawty pop up to the spot and bust it open
I'm getting back to do the simple sh*t, and I ain't joking
Make a rap n***a dissappear like hocus-pocus (Gang)
n***as know I got this rapping sh*t hands down
Ask your b*t*h about me, she know I'm the man now
All these n***as from the circus, they some dam clowns
Big bands, big bands in my pants now
And my gang members ain't selling no grams now
I got bad b*t*hes with me thats gonna scam out
n***a's turkey, so you know I'm going ham now
Broski, he go bam now, wipe you out like ShamWow
Never needed handouts, and b*t*h I always stand out
I got songs for days, [?] a n***a ran out
And if you counting me out, n***a obviously you can't count
