"Digital Dash" lyrics

[Houdini:]
Yo, uh
Yo, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh (Broad day with the SK)

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters
Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo
I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Mhm, and he don't even really know 'bout me
I was sellin' dope since I was fourteen
Pack after pack, I don't got it for cheap
Whatever you sow, then you gon' reap
Oh, low-key I think that I got what they need
Crodie on cotch with a Glock and a beam
Made over a quarter up off of them fiends
Now my tape cost a couple keys
Yo, you better play it safe, cro love to creep
She like how I smell, like cookies and cream
Lovin' the way I'm ridin' the beat
Woah, I'm playin' it smart, I'm playin' for keeps
Labels on labels, ain't botherin' me
Ayy, I turn a reality from make-believe
Oh, snatchin' me up, ain't gettin' a peak
Huh, I'm makin' bands in my sleep

[Why G:]
If my gun touch you, it's toxic
My neck and my wrist is a faucet
She said that I taste like her favourite chocolate
.45, small, pocket rocket
He said, "Put MOULA 1ST", he obnoxious
I'm spinnin' their block, don't get nauseous
First person I see, I'ma knock shit
Bust-down watch, he go blind, tryna watch it

[J Neat:]
Yeah, I'm in the foreign, don't know where I'm goin'
I'm gettin' racks at three in the morning
I'm with my crodie, I know that he blowin'
I'm gettin' money, and it's never boring
Facin' my problems, they're runnin' away
We hit the trap, we had nowhere to stay
All of these Perkies, they're helpin' my pain
I lost my crodie, I'm goin' insane
Yeah, ah, ballin' like Kobe, or I'm LeBron
He movin' fishy, we shoot up his car
Ride for my dawg, I don't care if he wrong
We in the Shotz, to the G, or the Courtz
We do him dirty, don't show no remorse
I hit the field, I ain't playin' no sports
Just for Houdini, we send him to morgues, yeah, ah

[Houdini:]
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters
Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo
I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

[Burna Bandz:]
Yeah, ooh, soon as we get the pack in, it's gone
Soon as she see me, she gon' get out her thong
He dissin' on the 'net, I don't respond
Ridin' for cronem knowin' damn well he wrong
That's right, new block, had to get my swag right
Feds tryin' to treat me like the bad guy
Fucked up, what happened to the last guy?
Pussy nigga, you could be the next guy
Bro squeezin' if he get a bad vibe
And these glizzies ain't jammin', they're Gen5
I be grindin', she just wanna spend time
Percocets, I need my meds right
Shooters, I'm gon' know nothing 'bout a red light
Walk down on 'em, let that lead fly
Put some bread on your top like a head tap, ooh

[Tallup Twinz:]
Disrespect, you get a head tap
Just for bro, you know we get back
Won't forget, I can't forget that
Up and it's stuck, and I meant that, ooh
Don't tell me you love me, don't mean it
I lost my dawg, you do not know the feelin'
I'm tryna catch a opp just to go heal it
Keep me a heater inside my two-seater

[Houdini:]
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters
Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh
Digital dash on the meter
And I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon' lack with a heater?
Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo
I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh
Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Push to start in the two-seater
Woo, digital dash on the meter
40s and ni—
I pour a four in a litre
How you gon' lack?
Back, back
Cronem got 40s and Ninas, oh
Heater