Digital Coast

In the stu, steady on my grind
Gotta get this guap, cop a rolly, I don't even check the time
DM's crazy, all these bitches hit my line
Delete a bitch if a bitch ain't a dime
Eighteen got a hunnid in my bank account
Told that bitch bend it over, spin that ass around
If you want some smoke let that thirty sound
Hop on a jet, try and catch me bitch I'm Bora bound

Bora bound, walkin' in, and I make that pussy drown
Bitch an animal and I take her to the dog pound
To the zoo, bitch we runnin' out the room
In my Rari, hit the gas, speed racer, and we goin' zoom
Want the bluefaces, and she ain't gotta clue
Ballin' out, make you sick, call me Jordan, got the flu
Need a Doctor no Seuss, better find who
Walkin' in, got me one jawn and I leave with two

I be runnin' out the room
Like what you tryna do
'Cause I don't have a clue
Like what you want, like what you want, aye
I be runnin' out the room
Like what you tryna do
'Cause I don't have a clue
Like what you want, like what you want, aye

You know what I want, fifty bands up on my wrist
Favorite quarterback, touchdown Big Nick
Girl on me and her pussy drippin' got me sick
Philly Special, whip it out and pass me the shit
Nine bitches but I caught a motherfuckin' six
Got the bag, no tinder, but I'm totin' sticks
Smokin' all this cookie that shit smellin' like a cinna-stick
Bitch like a magician, yea I got her doin' tricks

Your bitch keep textin' my phone, I don't even check so she would keep callin'
She suckin' on me, I give her good D, she start bitchin' when I stop it
Your man started talkin', so I whipped out a glock and all them bitches start wildin'
This thigga's on me but I keep three tucked in the whip lil bitch when I'm drivin'
The blicky on me, shooters up in the trees, smokin' gas gotta hide it
Said you with the gang 'til we pulled up where was your riders bitch where was your riders
They say they want me to freestyle but fuck all you bitches I don't do no cyphers
I got different color bitches in the studio, all them bitches like tigers
We thought lil bitch was with the gang 'til he got caught wearin' a wire
So we pulled up to his cruiser, oh my god look, he said as we slashin' his tires
Thought I was finna catch a charge cuz the rat ass pussy bitch was a minor
Hope I don't see him again cuz I'd pop him with a stick, God know he not a rider

I be runnin' out the room
Like what you tryna do
'Cause I don't have a clue
Like what you want, like what you want, aye
I be runnin' out the room
Like what you tryna do
'Cause I don't have a clue
Like what you want, like what you want, aye