Lyrics Digits - Peewee Longway, Skippa Da Flippa

Digits

Run circles 'round niggas; I'm gone, bye; too left
Got bands in my pants; Get yo' bitch out my belt
A clear understandin'-
I'm still in the trap, wit' them young niggas, like -
Rambo; Peel off yo' 'cap'

I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
-End up flyin' wit' the fishes

Carlos sendin' in a 100 bales of midget
I'm breakin 'em down in the kitchen wit' the pigeon
Bricks on the scale and the bales on the benches
"Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches"
Trappin' wit' Skippa, so you know, we flippin'
Lil' bitty bitch! And we thumbin' through Benj'ys
Shit'll get 'digital', quicker 'round here
Lil' bitty nigga, be comin' up missin'
You get the picture? I'm fuckin' wit' digits
You still my nigga- you never get bigger
I still put that pistol on any young nigga
Watch all these bitches, just 'cry me a river'
Digit-digit-digit-digit
Carlos and Hector, keep sendin' in 'midgets'
I still got them pints of lean, stuffed in the 'frigder
Jumpin' Nike, how we fuckin' wit' digits
(Longway)

I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
-End up flyin' wit' the fishes