Digits lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I've been running up them digits
Run it back up, I've been
I've been running up them digits
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
Run it back up, I've been running up them digits
360's with the drifties, these b*tches spinning like a fidget
These n*ggas hating on me because I'm out here trying to get it
n*ggas losers, boy you foolish, how you mad because I'm winning?
Boy, you better get your b*tch, she looking at me and she grinning
Just by the way she staring at me, I can tell she with it
I pray to the Lord every day, cause b*tch, I'm always sinning
I'm just getting started with this sh*t, I'm nowhere near the finish

[Verse 1]
I don't got no friends, I just want more bands
Tell lil' shawty pop up to the spot and bust it open
I'm getting back to do the simple sh*t, and I ain't joking
Make a rap n*gga disappear like hocus-pocus (Gang)
n*ggas know I got this rapping sh*t hands down
Ask your b*tch about me, she know I'm the man now
All these n*ggas from the circus, they some dam clowns
Big bands, big bands in my pants now
And my gang members ain't selling no grams now
I got bad b*tches with me that's gonna scam out
n*gga's turkey, so you know I'm going ham now
n*gga's turkey, so you know I'm going ham now!
Broski, he go bam now, wipe you out like ShamWow
Never needed handouts, and b*tch I always stand out
I got songs for days, [?] a n*gga ran out
And if you counting me out, n*gga obviously you can't count
[Chorus]
Run it back up, I've been running up them digits
360's with the drifties, these b*tches spinning like a fidget
These n*ggas hating on me because I'm out here trying to get it
n*ggas losers, boy you foolish, how you mad because I'm winning?
Boy, you better get your b*tch, she looking at me and she grinning
Just by the way she staring at me, I can tell she with it
I pray to the Lord every day, cause b*tch, I'm always sinning
I'm just getting started with this sh*t, I'm nowhere near the finish (Look)

[Verse 2]
n*ggas dissing me, boy go and get your sack back
All real-life, no rap cap
All these other rap n*ggas backpack
I've been popping since tattoos and fast shoes, wasn't with the snapback
Give all my DM's out to big, and giving out my Snapchat

[Chorus]
Run it back up, I've been running up them digits
360's with the drifties, these b*tches spinning like a fidget
These n*ggas hating on me because I'm out here trying to get it
n*ggas losers, boy you foolish, how you mad because I'm winning?
Boy, you better get your b*tch, she looking at me and she grinning
Just by the way she staring at me, I can tell she with it
I pray to the Lord every day, cause b*tch, I'm always sinning
I'm just getting started with this sh*t, I'm nowhere near the finish
[Outro]