CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Digits
You was just out here hatin'
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi'
Need to grow the f**k up you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
Ooh I read em like book
Oven I cook
She loving my moves
I might just walk in this b*t*h now
That b*t*h she give me a hug
Damn right, I had to pour that b*t*h
Show em no love
I get this big back on me
I do not spend that at the club
Bust down watch on me
That b*t*h got bust down buds
You in this b*t*h throwing ones
Ay, I'm throwing dubs
B*t*h wanna leave with me
Thought that you was
You was just out here hatin'
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi
Need to grow the f**k up, you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
Shut the f**k up
These n***as be cappin' like snap-back
Choppa on me, better back-back
I turn that boy is gas-fast
Choppa on me, turn that boy to a hashtag
Boy you so broke, and my pockets on fat-a**
I'm going up and you stuck with a mac bag
Sh*t, I'm probably wherever the bag at
When you gon' grow the f**k up, you be kidding
N***as be acting like women
I see your face, livid
Cappin' so much, I might aim at yo fitted
I put that boy in the sky like a pigeon
N***as be hating that sh*t got me twisted
Aimed at that money, ya'll missed it
You was just out here hatin'
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi
Need to grow the f**k up you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
(B*t*h)
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi'
Need to grow the f**k up you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
Ooh I read em like book
Oven I cook
She loving my moves
I might just walk in this b*t*h now
That b*t*h she give me a hug
Damn right, I had to pour that b*t*h
Show em no love
I get this big back on me
I do not spend that at the club
Bust down watch on me
That b*t*h got bust down buds
You in this b*t*h throwing ones
Ay, I'm throwing dubs
B*t*h wanna leave with me
Thought that you was
You was just out here hatin'
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi
Need to grow the f**k up, you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
Shut the f**k up
These n***as be cappin' like snap-back
Choppa on me, better back-back
I turn that boy is gas-fast
Choppa on me, turn that boy to a hashtag
Boy you so broke, and my pockets on fat-a**
I'm going up and you stuck with a mac bag
Sh*t, I'm probably wherever the bag at
When you gon' grow the f**k up, you be kidding
N***as be acting like women
I see your face, livid
Cappin' so much, I might aim at yo fitted
I put that boy in the sky like a pigeon
N***as be hating that sh*t got me twisted
Aimed at that money, ya'll missed it
You was just out here hatin'
We be stayin out of the way
That is my thot, that's yo bae
She don't even want me away
She don't even want you that way
He don't even know what he saying
I told her to pop it like xans
Yeah, she ready
I'm fresh as hell, like a wedding
Thought you gon' pop sh*t, why you hesi
Need to grow the f**k up you be kidding
N***a I be high as hell like a pigeon
You n***as so cap, you turned to a fitted
Shoot him like toot, n***a I be sh*ttin'
Shut the f**k up, you ain't getting no digits
(B*t*h)
