Digital Dash

Lyrics

[Intro: Houdini] Yo, uh Yo, uh Uh-uh, uh, uh (Broad day with the SK) [Chorus: Houdini] Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh [Verse 1: Houdini] Mhm, and he don't even really know 'bout me I was sellin' dope since I was fourteen Pack after pack, I don't got it for chеap Whatever you sow, then you gon' rеap Oh, lowkey I think that I got what they need Crodie on cotch with a Glock and a beam Made over a quarter up off of them fiends Now my tape cost a couple keys Yo, you better play it safe, cro love to creep She like how I smell, like cookies and cream Lovin' the way I'm ridin' the beat Woah, I'm playin' it smart, I'm playin' for keeps Labels on labels, ain't botherin' me Ayy, I turn a reality from make-believe Oh, snatchin' me up, ain't gettin' a peak Huh, I'm makin' bands in my sleep [Verse 2: Why G] If my gun touch you, it's toxic My neck and my wrist is a faucet She said that I taste like her favourite chocolate .45, small, pocket rocket He said, "Put MOULA 1ST", he obnoxious I'm spinnin' they block, don't get nauseous First person I see, I'ma knock shit Bustdown watch, he go blind, tryna watch it [Verse 3: J Neat] Yeah, I'm in the foreign, don't know where I'm goin' I'm gettin' racks at three in the morning I'm with my crodie, I know that he blowin' I'm gettin' money, and it's never boring Facin' my problems, they runnin' away We hit the trap, we had nowhere to stay All of these Perkies, they helpin' my pain I lost my crodie, I'm goin' insane Yeah, ah, ballin' like Kobe, or I'm LeBron He movin' fishy, we shoot up his car Ride for my dawg, I don't care if he wrong We in the Shotz, to the G, or the Courtz We do him dirty, don't show no remorse I hit the field, I ain't playin' no sports Just for Houdini, we send him to morgues, yeah, ah [Chorus: Houdini] Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh [Verse 4: Burna Bandz] Yeah, ooh, soon as we get the pack in, it's gone Soon as she see me, she gon' get out her thong He dissin' on the 'net, I don't respond Ridin' for cronem knowin' damn well he wrong That's right, new block, had to get my swag right Feds tryin' to treat me like the bad guy Fucked up, what happened to the last guy? Pussy nigga, you could be the next guy Bro squeezin' if he get a bad vibe And these glizzies ain't jammin', they Gen5 I be grindin', she just wanna spend time Percocets, I need my meds right Shooters, I'm gon' know nothing 'bout a red light Walk down on 'em, let that lead fly Put some bread on your top like a headtap, ooh [Verse 5: Tallup Twinz] Disrespect, you get a headtap Just for bro, you know we get back Won't forget, I can't forget that Up and it's stuck, and I meant that, ooh Don't tell me you love me, don't mean it I lost my dawg, you do not know the feelin' I'm tryna catch a opp just to go heal it Keep me a heater inside my two-seater [Chorus: Houdini] Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh Push to start in a two-seater, ooh Digital dash on the meter And I pour a four in a litre, oh Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho How you gon' lack with a heater? Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh [Outro: Houdini] Push to start in the two-seater Woo, digital dash on the meter 40's and ni— I pour a four in a litre How you gon' lack? Back, back Cronem got 40's and Ninas, oh Heater