Double Digits (feat. TR3 HUTCH)
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
This a Sun moon collision
The next stage intuition
Flex God no prison
Blue aura mint condition
I pulled up in the Tundra
Tuna beat gettin bodied
Kill off chords it's a hobby
Dump them off on an island
Call of Duty with the rifle
Spirit war I'm a Sniper
Through the tunnel pet Viper
Holland Tunnel to the Meadows
I don't never ever settle
And we don't ever think tomorrow
All we really got is now
Lil bitch pipe down
Had to cast out the closest
Solo mission young Jehovah
We don't ever think it's over
We drank the porridge pour the cloves in
Sitting still we with with the ocean
Sitting pretty with commotion
On my bull Demar Derozen
Will we ever find the closure
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line
Said she gon do it big for the clout
Told lil shorty if she don go within she gon go without
Say it again
You don't go within
You gon go without
Remember we was escaping them traps
Running them laps
Where the fuck was you at
They threw a wrench in the operation
They was opps in disguise hating
Perservance always in my favor
Mixed with the fact
I'm handsome as fuck
One might deem it as luck
It is what it is and that ain't no bluff
Went from sleeping on the floor
To the car to the stu
Then owning the stu
Linking with Tune
Taking this show on the road
All of our dreams coming true
Just know the lamb is blue to remind me of all of the blues I was given
Used to have digits on midgets
Now it's
Digits on digits on digits on digits
Bitch mind ya business
You wasn't here from beginning
Shooting with us in the gym
Working on pivot
Back up lil nigga
You ain't flex in a minute
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
This a Sun moon collision
The next stage intuition
Flex God no prison
Blue aura mint condition
I pulled up in the Tundra
Tuna beat gettin bodied
Kill off chords it's a hobby
Dump them off on an island
Call of Duty with the rifle
Spirit war I'm a Sniper
Through the tunnel pet Viper
Holland Tunnel to the Meadows
I don't never ever settle
And we don't ever think tomorrow
All we really got is now
Lil bitch pipe down
Had to cast out the closest
Solo mission young Jehovah
We don't ever think it's over
We drank the porridge pour the cloves in
Sitting still we with with the ocean
Sitting pretty with commotion
On my bull Demar Derozen
Will we ever find the closure
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line
Said she gon do it big for the clout
Told lil shorty if she don go within she gon go without
Say it again
You don't go within
You gon go without
Remember we was escaping them traps
Running them laps
Where the fuck was you at
They threw a wrench in the operation
They was opps in disguise hating
Perservance always in my favor
Mixed with the fact
I'm handsome as fuck
One might deem it as luck
It is what it is and that ain't no bluff
Went from sleeping on the floor
To the car to the stu
Then owning the stu
Linking with Tune
Taking this show on the road
All of our dreams coming true
Just know the lamb is blue to remind me of all of the blues I was given
Used to have digits on midgets
Now it's
Digits on digits on digits on digits
Bitch mind ya business
You wasn't here from beginning
Shooting with us in the gym
Working on pivot
Back up lil nigga
You ain't flex in a minute
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Been through so much pain hard to forget it
Turn that two into four
Double Digits
Bad bitch facetime wild lit and she miss me
Swervin through the race line and we winning
Credits
Writer(s): Travon Hutchinson
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