Digital

[Intro]
Medusa what you on nigga
We love you Heavy
Say 10

[Chorus]
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old head, he like to play Days of War
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy a old school on 24s
I’m a motherfuckin’ gangster, mama, thank ya, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I spend my whole life in war, my life in danger
That’s on my backpack with a stack and I’ma spank you (Baow, baow)
Grave digger fuckin’ spin ’em, go and stain ’em
So many chains, they might get [tamed?]
This pack wild, I’m smokin’ famous
Feelin’ places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Bruce Wayne
Poppin’ pistols, joint wildin’
Swear to whеn I was locked up in the feds, ain’t answеr one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I’ma stand down
This money holdin’ all my jeans down, can’t put my pants up
You seen ’em stop the [stolo?] spin around, I like my window cold
This cop ass nigga tryna run around and hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no [honor trust?]
Cold, and my heart cold
Bangin’ ’til I’m out of breath
Hustle ’til I can’t no more
Smokin’ joints, the easy stress
With my nigga, he a mess, we in the old model stock ‘Vette

[Chorus]
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old head, he like to play Days of War
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy a old school on 24s
I’m a motherfuckin’ gangster, mama, thank ya, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Came out the [?] with
Been a felon since ’17, they say I’m dangerous
‘Cause they know your [?] to catch me, I got a banger (Yeah, slime, slime)
Grandma died, I meant [?], I picked up my plan Bs
Even it, don’t like to talk, I think I’m a rap breed
In the city, know I bust brains
Green flag, demon seed
Kitty to that Siamese
I’m on the 8 right where the river be
Epitome, go tell ’em they can’t get rid of me, nah
If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon’ kill to eat, ah
I got photo matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars
Bought my mama house in Houston and moved grandpa from out the north

[Chorus]
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old head, he like to play Days of War
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy a old school on 24s
I’m a motherfuckin’ gangster, mama, thank ya, yeah, yeah