Digital Dash (Identify|Remix|Explicit) - Dj Nanotron

Lyrics by：Herbert Gillette

Composed by：Herbert Gillette

Produced by：Herbert Gillette

Yeah

My d**e in the bushes turn up

My d**e in the bushes hold up

I know how to cook it cook it

My ***** good looking woo

My ***** good looking hold up

My ***** good looking I swear

My d**e in the bushes I know how to cook it

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I did the digital dash I did it

I ****** that ***** on the passenger one hundred

I gave that junky a blast one hundred

I sell that d**e to your mama though your mama

Hot on the street like thermometers thermometers

You rats'll never be honorable **** 'em

They know I'ma keep that my word yeah

I hustle the first to the first future

These ******* be naggin' the kid **** 'em

They get on my ************* nerves

My ************* nerves

I showed up with racks and they love me

I'm smokin' that pack and on muddy that gushy

Taliban on these h*es h*es

Give a xan' to these h*es these h*es

Got 'em playing with they nose yeah

I sleep on a beach off the avenue the avenue

I came to your city with revenue miami

I put in work it was evident it was

I slide on your a*s in a seven-deuce

Come back on your ***** in a six-trey woo

Chevy mercedes I keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'

**** all these ******* I keep 'em comin' foreign

I pull up right now I'm parallel skrrt

I hit your block with them swangers I hit 'em

My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers throw up

I sit in the trap with the gangsters

These niggas can't come around here

'Cause it's dangerous wizard

I be hangin' 'round here and I'm famous wizard

Gotta keep the trigger by my finger my finger

Hit her sideways when I banged her I ******

In the driveway on a perc' a perc'

I was sideways on a perc' pour up

Had a stick on me that's a first yeah

Got your ***** on me gettin' murked let's get it

I post up and that's confident that's confident

I boast up in a drop six drop six

Had a ghost royce and I pop **** pop ****

I'm a d**e boy with that car trip yeah

I came in the game I had crack on me

Got bape on my back

With some act' on me act'

I'm single and ****

Now she latch on me I'm single

I told 'em I'm back

I'm a bachelor I'm back

I get focused on millions

And everything focused

I just took me a trip

Out to africa africa

See how we came from

The mud and the bottom

We did it we did it woo

I see how they counted us out

Bet they never gon' do it again

Freebandz

You see why these niggas be hatin'

Ignorin' I'm goin' right in yeah

I was born to get this money

In this life of sin life of sin

I poured up before they got

My dawg on murder again murder

See the fire come out the a*s

On the lamborghini skrrt

When you say you love a nigga

Do you really mean it no

When I was sleepin' on the floor

You should see how they treated me hah

I pour the actavis pop pills so

I can fight the demons oh

I did the digital dash ****

I ****** that ***** on the passenger ****

I gave that junky a blast blast

I sell that d**e to your mama though mama

Hot on the street like thermometers thermometers

You rats'll never be honorable **** 'em

They know I'ma keep that my word they know

I hustle the first to the first I hustle

These ******* be nagging the kid

**** it it is what it is

If you get hit you get hit

I don't forget or forgive

Told myself never again

I don't let nobody in

Super just showed out again

And we just keep servin' and servin'

Again and again and again and again

I move the game up I'm reckless

I'm harlem shaking through the pressure

I might put diddy on my next ****

I might could fit you in on wednesday

I'm not here for no pretend ****

Just walked in with a girl that's

Making triple what I'm making what an entrance

That's when you know it's a body

Zone 6 they know it's a body

Kirkwood they know it's a body

Lil mexico know it's a body

Scooter in here with the zombies

Gucci get out it's a problem

I might take quentin to follies

You hate your life just be honest

I got the digital dash

She want a picture with all of

My niggas to just make the visual last

But she too embarrassed to ask

I got my foot on they neck and

My foot on the gas

You remind me of a quarterback

Your **** is all in the past

Esco and boomin they got it on smash

And I got the I got the

I got the I got the I

I did the digital dash woo

I ****** that ***** in the passenger

I gave that junky a blast

I sell that d**e to your mama though