Digi Scale (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: LAMB$]
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
It just touched down, I just got it off
Now, I'm praying for a fifty pack
Now, I'm praying for a fifty pack
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss

[Verse 1: KEY!]
I think the weed man tried to short me
Damn, I’ma pull up with this .40 for that 40
Damn, I need me another Digi scale
Damn, try to finesse the finesser, it ain’t goin' well
I done took so much sh*t, I can’t take no sh*t
I said my stomach backed up, now, I can’t take no sh*t
Okay, my son, he said he hungry, we can’t take no sh*t
If we can’t take your sh*t, phss, you can’t take no sh*t
Ayy, calibrate your clock, I think it's off
I hope you didn't look at me and think I’m soft
It ain’t sh*t sweet but this f*cking Swisher
If you was looking for your jugg, you just missed him

[Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE]
Brick up on my scale
Got a youngin with a mouth full of gold teeth
On the block with them blocks
n*ggas got shooters, boy, I got goalies
I'm Coach Bombay with the plays
Slide up in the Escalade, on my own damn escapade
Young n*gga so cold, so cold, looking like an Eskimo
Swag dripping like a snow globe
Bout to boot up like I'm Longway
Chopper shot a n*gga from a long way
Still the same young n*gga posted in the hallway
Packs on the bombs in your hallway
I dump powder like it's laundry
Throw it on the Digi scale, sh*t, I need a triple beam
RZA Mane LAFLARE, 200 bands inside my jeans
[Chorus: LAMB$]
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
It just touched down, I just got it off

[Verse 3: Tezo]
Crazy with the plays, Johnny Manziel
Everything for sale long as you don't tell
I can’t go to sleep, I'm watching for the mail
I don't really trust ‘em, gon' put it on the scale
OATW, my n*ggas, I'll hustle you
Down at the W, champagne and b*tches that like other b*tches
I can't take an L unless it's a blunt
Finesse the finesser, you silly as f*ck
Plotting, I peeped it, that chopper retarded
That b*tch get to tweaking, that b*tch get to tweakin'

[Verse 4: LAMB$]
Racks inside my pocket, n*gga, I don’t know bout you
Working off my Digi scale, spend $500 some shoes
I ain’t even have to touch it, I made money off of that
Really in the streets, I take trips and bring it back
Call 'em, tell 'em now we need some more
If he got it, n*gga, we gon' kick his door
I’ma sell it for the high and get it for the low
I’ma sell it for the high and get it for the low
All of my n*ggas got Simmies on sight
Benjamins in my pocket come alive
Need you to count it cause I ain’t got time
Need you to count it cause I ain’t got time
Pounds in my bag and you can't get a zip
Thinking bout all of this money that I’ma flip
[Chorus: LAMB$]
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
It just touched down, I just got it off
Now, I'm praying for a fifty pack
Now, I'm praying for a fifty pack
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss
Weigh it on the Digi scale, I can’t take a loss