letra de digits - dcth4g
[intro]
yeah (hoodrich)
[chorus]
you don’t know what i be doin’, so mind your own business
that glock in the back, finna spit if you trippin’ bangin’ tha- bangin’ that glock and i really ain’t kiddin’
you know i’m with gang and i stay on the mission
i stay on my money, i stay with them digits
you play with the gang, you get left in some ditches (maybach music)
[verse 1]
you play with the gang and we really be blitzin’
i really don’t care about them dudes, know we mix it
i hop in a lamb and you know that i’m whippin’ (yuh, yuh)
why is you mad, boy, why is it trippin’
you play with the gang and that glock finna rip it
you play with the gang and that glock finna hit it
you play with the gang, you get left with some stitches
yeah, you know that i really ain’t finished
get thrown in the sea and them dudes goin’ fishin’
got blood in yo’ mouth, and you know that you swish it
i never forget and i’m never forgivin’
just money around me, that’s how i be livin’
that boy got a bounty, his top gon’ be drippin’
she finna surround me, surrounded by women
that glock finna down em’, you play with my business
that glock finna down him, he mess with the mission
i really don’t know why that dude think we kiddin’
that glock in the back, hit that boy in his kidney
that glock finna splash and i’m gon’ have to rinse it
my diamonds is cold, you gon’ need you some mittens
you play with the gang, but you know that’s forbidden
that chop got him ate, got him cooked, you diminished
whatever i’m doing, don’t matter, i’m winnin’
swerve in a lamb with them big ol’ knockers
pull up with that glock, when you see it, we got em’
i hop out the whip, you know that i’m poppin
this money so old, but it really ain’t rotten
that boy go to sleep, cause the glock really rock em’
pull up with that heat, got that glock, i ain’t talkin’
he come up to me, it ain’t endin’ too proper
that chop finna sing like it’s playin’ some opera
pull up with that glock, i pull up with that choppa, you know i go boom like i came with some rockets, yeah
[chorus]
you don’t know what i be doin’, so mind your own business
that glock in the back, finna spit if you trippin’ bangin’ tha- bangin’ that glock and i really ain’t kiddin’
you know i’m with gang and i stay on the mission
i stay on my money, i stay with them digits
you play with the gang, you get left in some ditches, boom
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