DIGITAL ft. Mac Heem & RAVEN. Lyrics

Fuck it I'm finna go digital

Walk in yo trap and that shit looking pitiful

I'm on a bar you can call me a criminal

Pull up I'm serving no time for the interview

Fuck it I'm finna go techno

Walk in my trap that shit Boomin like Metro

Bitch acting up i'ma hit up the next hoe

Get on that molly and holla out let's go

Fuck it I'm finna go digital

Walk in yo trap and that shit looking pitiful

I'm on a bar you can call me a criminal

Pull up I'm serving no time for the interview

Fuck it I'm finna go techno

Walk in my trap that shit Boomin like Metro

Bitch acting up i'ma hit up the next hoe

Get on that molly and holla out let's go

We getting lit off the perc

I take his bitch and I'm going to work

.300 Hollows gone leave yo ass hurt

Been a hot boy bitch I'm coming like Turk

My niggas going berserk

Don't cross that path for you meeting a shirt

Holly off acid he stay on alert

We going digital

Them demons gone lurk

Youngins be coming too digital

He ain't bout shit he a computer criminal

Fucking with me you must not be too sensible

Meet up for real you gone see what these missiles do

I can't control what my hitters do

Fucking yo bitch she ain't into you

Run up this blade slipping into you

We pull up with markers and scribble you

No fidget we spinning yo shit with a nuke

On my life you ain't making it

She can't suck dick she be biting and scraping it

Luckily pussy like it had a lake in it

Me and the minister riding with youngins too sinister

No fighting we only use finishers

Turn his whole gang into introverts

No restraint boy this blick finna burst

Three rounds every second a little black box on the back of the Glock

Got it twitching Tourette's

Finna mix Percocet with the Whitney get pissy

I'm wishing a youngin would buck up and step

He get stomped in the ground 'til it's ground beef

It ain't nothing but real ones around me

You lazy in the trap boy you lousy

You done had the same pound for about a week

You need a new line of business

Telling folks you got Runtz when its midget

You ain't started I'm down at the finish

Getting fed and molested by women

Take a piece of advice get a nine to five and live regular life

Cause this shit ain't working for you

Really murdering you

Boy yo pockets like feathers they light

Fuck it I'm finna go digital

Walk in yo trap and that shit looking pitiful

I'm on a bar you can call me a criminal

Pull up I'm serving no time for the interview

Fuck it I'm finna go techno

Walk in my trap that shit Boomin like Metro

Bitch acting up i'ma hit up the next hoe

Get on that molly and holla out let's go

Fuck it I'm finna go digital

Walk in yo trap and that shit looking pitiful

I'm on a bar you can call me a criminal

Pull up I'm serving no time for the interview

Fuck it I'm finna go techno

Walk in my trap that shit Boomin like Metro

Bitch acting up i'ma hit up the next hoe

Get on that molly and holla out let's go

We getting lit off the perc

I take his bitch and I'm going to work

.300 Hollows gone leave yo ass hurt

Been a hot boy bitch I'm coming like Turk

My niggas going berserk

Don't cross that path for you meeting a shirt

Holly off acid he stay on alert

We going digital

Them demons gone lurk