Digital Dash

[Future & Young Thug] Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Yeah, yeah, get it, get it get it, Southside, yeah My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it Yeah, yeah, yeah [Future] I did the digital dash I fucked that bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I sell that dope to your momma, though Hot on the street like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'm a kid of my word I hustle the first to the first [Future] These bitches be naggin' the kid They get on my motherfucking nerves I showed up with racks and they love me I'm smokin' that pack and I'm muddy Taliban on these hoes Give a Xan to these hoes Got em playing with they nose I sleep on the beach off the avenue I came to your city with revenue I put in work, it was evident I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce Come back on your bitch in a six trey Chevy, Mercedes, I keep 'em comin' Fuck all these bitches, I keep 'em comin' I pull up right now, I'm parallel I hit your block with them swangers My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers I sit in the trap with the gangsters You can't come around here, 'cause it's dangerous I be hangin' around here and I'm famous Gotta keep the trigger by my finger Hit her sideways when I banged her In the driveway on a perc I was sideways on a perc Had a stick on me, that's a first Got your bitch on me gettin' murked I post up and that's confident I boast up in a drop 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit I'm a dope boy with that car, trick I came in the game I had crack on me Got Bape on my back with some Act on me I'm single and shit and she latch on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused on millions and everything I just took me a trip out to Africa See how we came from the mud and the bottom? We did it I see how they counted us out Bet they never gonna do it again You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin', I'm goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I poured up before they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini When you say you love a nigga, do you really mean it? When I was sleepin' on the floor, you should see how they treat me I pour the Actavis, pop pills so I can fight the demons [Future] I did the digital dash I fucked that bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I sell that dope to your momma, though Hot on the street like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'm a kid of my word I hustle the first to the first [Drake] These bitches be nagging the kid Fuck it, it is what it is If you get hit, you get hit I don't forget or forgive Told myself never again, I don't let nobody in Super just showed out again And we just keep servin' and servin' again And again and again and again I move the game up, I'm reckless I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure I might put Diddy on my next shit I might could fit you in on Wednesday I'm not here for no pretend shit Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making, what a entrance That's when you know its a body Zone 6, they know it's a body Kirkwood, they know it's a body Lil Mexico know it's a body Scooter in here with the zombies Gucci get out, it's a problem I might take Quentin to Follies You hate your life, just be honest I got the digital dash She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last But she too embarrassed to ask I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past Esco and Boomin, they got it on smash And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I [Future] I did the digital dash I fucked that bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I sell that dope to your momma, though