"DIGITAL DASH" lyrics
Trash syrup, I'm still gon' pour up all night
I'ma go pour up the liter, the police is watchin', I'm hidin' my face, huh, go, go
Digital dash, I can see the reflection (Go, go)
Diamonds on me, I can see VVS' (Go, go)
And my shorty a freak, I'ma fuck on her best friend (Go, go)
911, they tried to arrest us
She gon' think twice when I go hop out the Bentley truck
I'm tryna pour up, but I can't— (Pour up)
I'm tryna pour up, but I can't stop all the sippin'
I'm tryna serve the fiends, I know they be itchin'
She wanna murder me, but she never listen
You never heard of lean, you don't know the difference
Hi-Tech, Wockhardt, codeine I'm sippin'
Big ass stick, big Glock I'm grippin'
Better watch out for yourselves, I'm not finna pitch in
I went to Saint Laurent off Percocet 30s
I went to Saint Laurent off Percocet 30s
She want to be my queen, told the bitch go serve
I heard the dope fiends talkin' like, "When you gon' serve?"
I want the big Rolls Royce like it's a lil' [?]
Hop out the Urus right now, I hop out and swerve
I went to Europe, but I'm still gon' fuck on Latinas
The yerk, the addy, they off of Christina
This purp' I'm sippin' got me cuttin' lean up
[?] flippin' the pack, John Cena
I swear, you lie to much, babe, I don't know what you mean
Oh, you wanna talk too much, they don't know when to leave
I told her, "Bae, I'm a cheater, of course I'ma cheat on you"
Bae, I'm a leader, of course I'ma lead you
I cannot pour a liter, of course I be leanin'
Okay, I knew y'all some fiends, but I ain't know y'all fiendin'
I got some racks today, I know I deserve
I'm tryna relax today, but she tryna hurt me
Big sealed up at SeaWorld swervin'
Hi-Tech sippin', this lean, not Bourbon
I'm finna seal up, I need a cup for my purp'
I'm finna pour up, I need to kill my urge
I'ma go pour up the liter, the police is watchin', I'm hidin' my face
It's fuck all the jakes, I'ma lock all the doors in the trap, no one safe
The bread came in, split that with my niggas who not in no race
Shorty in here takin' shots with no chase
Pour a bottle of Don when she down on her face
Got Wutho in here, he only 15 but he makin' them beats
There's only one plate left, somehow all of my niggas gon' eat
She a Taurus, why you surprised the bitch is a thot, she gon' cheat
I'm floorin', swervin' the 'Rari, hearin' the brakes when I screech
[?], they tryna act like they me
I'm never gon' go nine-to-five, I'd rather get that from the streets
I'll leave it at that, nigga, go
I'ma go pour up the liter, the police is watchin', I'm hidin' my face, huh, go, go
Digital dash, I can see the reflection (Go, go)
Diamonds on me, I can see VVS' (Go, go)
And my shorty a freak, I'ma fuck on her best friend (Go, go)
911, they tried to arrest us
She gon' think twice when I go hop out the Bentley truck
I'm tryna pour up, but I can't— (Pour up)
I'm tryna pour up, but I can't stop all the sippin'
I'm tryna serve the fiends, I know they be itchin'
She wanna murder me, but she never listen
You never heard of lean, you don't know the difference
Hi-Tech, Wockhardt, codeine I'm sippin'
Big ass stick, big Glock I'm grippin'
Better watch out for yourselves, I'm not finna pitch in
I went to Saint Laurent off Percocet 30s
I went to Saint Laurent off Percocet 30s
She want to be my queen, told the bitch go serve
I heard the dope fiends talkin' like, "When you gon' serve?"
I want the big Rolls Royce like it's a lil' [?]
Hop out the Urus right now, I hop out and swerve
I went to Europe, but I'm still gon' fuck on Latinas
The yerk, the addy, they off of Christina
This purp' I'm sippin' got me cuttin' lean up
[?] flippin' the pack, John Cena
I swear, you lie to much, babe, I don't know what you mean
Oh, you wanna talk too much, they don't know when to leave
I told her, "Bae, I'm a cheater, of course I'ma cheat on you"
Bae, I'm a leader, of course I'ma lead you
I cannot pour a liter, of course I be leanin'
Okay, I knew y'all some fiends, but I ain't know y'all fiendin'
I got some racks today, I know I deserve
I'm tryna relax today, but she tryna hurt me
Big sealed up at SeaWorld swervin'
Hi-Tech sippin', this lean, not Bourbon
I'm finna seal up, I need a cup for my purp'
I'm finna pour up, I need to kill my urge
I'ma go pour up the liter, the police is watchin', I'm hidin' my face
It's fuck all the jakes, I'ma lock all the doors in the trap, no one safe
The bread came in, split that with my niggas who not in no race
Shorty in here takin' shots with no chase
Pour a bottle of Don when she down on her face
Got Wutho in here, he only 15 but he makin' them beats
There's only one plate left, somehow all of my niggas gon' eat
She a Taurus, why you surprised the bitch is a thot, she gon' cheat
I'm floorin', swervin' the 'Rari, hearin' the brakes when I screech
[?], they tryna act like they me
I'm never gon' go nine-to-five, I'd rather get that from the streets
I'll leave it at that, nigga, go
