Lyrics:
Blazin budda joint I think very deeply
digital tank I, I think very deeply
Chorus:
WHAT WHAT WHAT
Your place or my place maybe later so
WHAT WHAT
of money
A cigarillo full of dro
Gas tank full
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh
with a private plane
Cooking it up with baking soda
How many chains
You ain't thinking how I'm thinking
I'm going to the bank
I come in a tank
I
take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look money from across the street Think its sweet think you get money across
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
Six months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its
spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger
DIGITAL
My gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get mad
and pissed cause I can make him my
spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger
DIGITAL
My gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get mad
and pissed cause I can make him my
Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
You ought to store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props
You sorry sight, you're
Mylow, Mylow
Mylow, Mylow, Mylow, Mylow, Mylow, Mylow, Mylow
Mylow, Mylow
Mylow, Mylow, Mylow
Yeah, Mylow
I think I need myself a detox (a detox)
I been
Bing bow fuck what a bopper think
King now who the fuck can top my rank
Clean house tell me who can stop a tank
Ming Yao do a star care what Rockets
[Juan Gotti]
Forver I'mma ride bein high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti)
11-45-55-2 (that's my TDC number)
Don't ever think of it as you ride through
somersaults
Slang slay your head, bang a boogie
I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks
Move and sway but I'm compared to mint
Some cats
runnin'
Rub off the paint
You know that I'm hitting the dash when I fill up the tank
Y'all think it's a game, so get out of my way
End up on the news, but
on me
Gliding over beats like my tank on E
Motherfuck what you think
And I'mma tell you what it is or isn't
You just gotta listen
Whether you acknowledge
of that money
Oh that's not gonna happen
Look
They desire my abilities they upset
Better find a way to kill me if you want checks
Being frank, I think you
Run from the cops hope they don’t catch
Hope they don’t catch
Hope they don’t catch
Hoe I don’t let none of this stress
Get to my head digital dash
get your knot blown' in
Yo yo, Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs,
"what's in the bag" he says "two acres of plants
It's easy going in but hell gettin out
I want to make this paper and I think I know how
surprise surprise I
Digital
Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable
But lyrical, we still sh-sh-shit on you
I got a number two, Nelly got her number too
We
I talk a lot to myself
When I'm hungover
I've got friends on the left
Not the right or the center
For American progress, we've gotta abolish
Think
get some likes for my page
I think I'm getting jaded
With all of this pseudo-interaction
I can backspace and caption my thoughts
Into a digital format
cash turn digital it still pays invincible to the hand open source tricking ticks again blink eye blink no brain can't think no think tank empty just
the four door
You know Mo thinks in slo-mo, like Trinity
You cross me like a trinity
Nevertheless it's meant for me
Extend my hatred wickedly one
Hundred
I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile
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