Digits lyrics

[Intro: OsamaSon]
(Bee, bee, bee)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
P-Pour a duece, black truck, we flip it
Perc-15, I couldn't even get it
I need two cups, you get it?
C-Count up too much, digits
sh*t, way I whip, that ho wan' get in
Tell ya' lil' ho, "Get in," yeah
On God, I got my stick in, lil' b*tch, I'm not missin', yeah
Watch your back, 'fore lil' slime get it, 'cause he heard you dissin' (Pff)
On me, put the stick on your homie (Pff-pff)
I-I got way too geeked, f*cked up my stomach, throw up green (Pff)
Me and MAC 11, go three-peat, f*ck up the scene
Who invited these hoes?
Fast ass whip, Geronimo
My sh*t lift you off your toes
I-I'm gon' shoot, don't get too close
f*ck that Track' up, then count more
Diamonds bright, f*ck up my flow

[Verse 2: Summrs]
Yeah, she wanna f*ck on Lil' Rino, you could go f*ck on Lil' O, yeah
I'm high as a plane, I'm high as a jet, the money is still on the floor, yeah
You f*ck with my gang, put chops on your neck, you know how that sh*t go, yeah
f*ck all them diamonds, put you on a plane, you thought a young n*gga was broke, yeah
I'm flexin' on jit, she impressin' my di*k, you knew this lil' ho was on go, yeah
Just get on your knees and eat me up, b*tch, I'm knowin' that you is a pro
Diamonds came from Africa, and I'll turn this b*tch to a massacre
I ain't up in no Challenger, I'm in a Maybach
Huh, huh, pull out my visa, she seen that it's black, she think she gettin' everythin'
Huh, my diamonds like a wedding ring, woo, that chopper sing like Eddie King
I pull up on sh*t in the rain, yeah, n*gga think that he gang, yeah
But that b*tch really a stain, I'm walkin' on sh*t with my cane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take some racks out the bank
Yeah, then I go to Johnny Dang, woo
b*tch finna give me that brain, woo
Say she wanna wear my chain, woo
I'm up in this b*tch with my eagle, she wanted that di*k, so I gave her a sequel, yeah
It's lil' Rino, baby, nice to meet you, yeah
You know that I hang 'round creatures, yeah
You know that I hang around n*ggas that go in them houses then jump out the bleachers
Leave some stains on your shirt, yeah, so you know that I gotta come bleach you, yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with none of these leeches, yeah, I ain't f*ckin' with none of these treeshes
Like get on her knees, start preachin'
Give a f*ck about that contract, they ain't tryna pay a n*gga to not breach it
I keep sh*t P, she think I'm a P, 'cause I got Moncler of every season
One of my shooters, he do more hits than the motherf*ckin' Beetles
'Fore I clock out the game, I'ma get your b*tch-ass soaked out before the f*ckin' beeper n*gga
[Outro]
Huh, huh
Double R, bird business, double R, bird business
These n*ggas ain't with us, n*gga, you is a witness, yeah, huh, huh