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Digital Dash (Demo) lyrics by Houdini

Intro
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh (Broad day with the SK)

Chorus
Push to start in a two-seater, ooh (Two-seater)
Digital dash on the meter, ayy (Meter)
I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got .40s and Ninas, oh
How you gon’ lack with a heater, ah?
I ran up some bands with my beaters, now
I’m makin’ more than my teachers, oh (Alright)
Told that bitch I don’t need her, uh
Push to start in the two-seater, ooh (Two-seater)
Digital dash on the meter, ayy (Meter)
I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got .40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon’ lack with a heater, ah? (Ah, ah)
I ran up some bands with my beaters, who? (Beaters)
I’m makin’ morе than my teachers, oh (More)
Told that bitch I don’t need hеr, uh (Woo)

Verse
And he don’t even really know about me (Me)
I was sellin’ dope since I was fourteen (Fourteen)
Pack after pack, I don’t got it for cheap
Whatever you sow, then you gon’ reap (Uh)
Lowkey I think that I got what they need
Crodie on cotch with the Glock and the beam (Rrr, rrr)
Made over a quarter on profit from fiends (Uh)
Now my tape cost a couple keys (Eh)
Yo, you better play safe, cro’ love the 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 (Smart)
Labels on labels, ain’t botherin’ me (Ayy)
I turn the reality from a belief (Uh)
Snatchin’ me up, you ain’t gettin’ a peak
Huh, I’m makin’ bands in my sleep
Yo, I wonder why they all in a rush just being the latest, oh, yeah
And I’m tryna be ?, oh, yeah
And these Balenciagas got no laces
Ayy, whole lotta hate if I flex six figures in their faces, huh
Pussy niggas had me dodgin’ bullets like The Matrix, uh
Yo, these fucked niggas got to work up on their aimin’, yeah
Yeah, and shit just like a picture that I’m paintin’, uh
And I don’t really rock with this generation, uh
Yeah, and when it come from the mud, that shit feel different, uh
Yeah, and when you gotta bust’, feel like you livin’, uh
Yeah, and that revy spinnin’ like a fidget spinner, uh
Yeah, how you make so many bands and you independent?

Chorus
Push to start in the two-seater, ooh (Let’s go)
Digital dash on the meter, ayy (Woo)
I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got .40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon’ lack with a heater, ah?
I ran up some bands with my beaters, now (Beaters)
I’m makin’ more than my teachers, oh (Alright)
Told that bitch I don’t need her, uh (Need to)
Push to start in the two-seater, ooh (Two-seater)
Digital dash on the meter, ayy
I pour a four in a litre, oh
Cronem got .40s and Ninas, ho
How you gon’ lack with a heater, ah? (Ah, ah)
I ran up some bands with my beaters, who?
I’m makin’ more than my teachers, oh (More)
Told that bitch I don’t need her, uh (Woo)

Outro
Push to start in the two-seater
Woo, digital dash on the meter, four in a
Four in a, I pour a four in a litre
How you gon’ lack?
Back, back
Cronem got .40s and Ninas, alright
Need to