g1ocka - Digital Lyrics

You should f*ckin' look up to me
I smoke
I skate
I f*ck bitches
I'm pretty much the shit

Jumpin' out the stage, now they all takin' photos
Money international, bitch, I got Euros
Got 'Em Digital, I ain't talkin' bout no Digimon
It only took three seconds for it, now you're gone
Shawty mad but my pockets are filled up
Stack that shit up till it's a f*ckin' build up
Smith and Wesson in my hand, I ain't bouta crash out
My stoner bitch bouta puff it till she pass out

Bad shawty crying, told her everything is okay
But, she be poppin' pills every single day
Hoe times hoe, got four in a row
Yeah, I'm evil, bitch, now you f*ckin' know
Keep a Patek on my wrist till that shit froze
Gotta keep that tool like I'm at f*ckin Lowe's
I don't care bout price 'cause my money grows
And I got them pills that your girl really wants
Put the K to his face like we passing blunts
Bad bitch, she be only smokin' on Runtz
X, I crush it up, mud in my cup
Go sit down, now we finna run it up

Jumpin' out the stage, now they all takin' photos
Money international, bitch, I got Euros
Got 'Em Digital, I ain't talkin' bout no Digimon
It only took three seconds for it, now you're gone
Shawty mad but my pockets are filled up
Stack that shit up till it's a f*ckin' build up
Smith and Wesson in my hand, I ain't bouta crash out
My stoner bitch bouta puff it till she pass out

Talkin' shit, green beam to your forehead
Take it to account, everything that I said
Me and my brothers go overseas
Got 'Em Rick pants, you don't got these

Jumpin' out the stage, now they all takin' photos
Money international, bitch, I got Euros
Got 'Em Digital, I ain't talkin' bout no Digimon
It only took three seconds for it, now you're gone
Shawty mad but my pockets are filled up
Stack that shit up till it's a f*ckin' build up
Smith and Wesson in my hand, I ain't bouta crash out
My stoner bitch bouta puff it till she pass out