WICKEDWITH45DIGITS Lyrics

Smokin' on a pack, shit, it can get wicked

Four or five pounds, man, it look like a mission

Tell me how you enter you don't have an Admission

Kickin' at the crib, I got like 45 digits I just keep countin' these bands, that's the

Shit that I'm on I don't fuck with the drama, Don't care howthat shit's gone

Why they never at me, but they think I be Knowin

Really, what the fuck you doin'

Think I'm sittin' here and scrollin' I just be out With the bands

I be makin' my moves

You be out with your friends, bitch, all my

Friends blue

I just don't understand why they hatin' my

Mans Tie him up with the feds and lock him up With no proof Yeah,

Probably cause they talk a lot,

Hmm

That's a fuckin' cop

I don't wanna speak about all the moves

I got on lock

Money big like winning slots, I feel like I

Won the pot All my gas is super strong, boy

Why you think

I'm super hot

Faded, I'm faded, I'm smokin' night until moon

Happy when I'm high, but when I'm sober,

I'm low

I just need the money, when I get it, I go Bank Account with commas, really seein' my

Growth I can really see it quick when you Don't wanna

Be friends I can feel the loyalty when they Start breakin

And bends I won't show you that I know and Watch you

Turn on your mans That I'm supposed to be The Dummy when the

Bullshit all ends I need a fat blunt, go roll this Shit up

Tryna smoke on some exotic,

I'ma need me a dutch

When it comes to somethin' potent,

Zayvin never lets up

I be gettin' hella high, I might start pourin' it up