Digital Dash(Explicit) - Drake

Digital Dash (Explicit) - Drake/Future
My d**e in the bushes
My d**e in the bushes
I know how to cook it
My b**ch good looking
My b**ch good looking
My b**ch good looking
My d**e in the bushes
I know how to cook it
Yeah yeah yeah
I did the digital dash
I f**k your b**ch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that d**e to your momma tho
Out in the streets like thermometers
You rats will never be honorable
They know I'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first
These b**ches be naggin the kid
They get on my motherf**king nerves
I showed her my racks and they love me
I'm smokin' that pack on muddy
Taliban on these hoes
Give a xan to these hoes
Got em playing with they nose
I sleep on the beach off the avenue
I came to your city with revenue
I put in work it was evident
I slide on your a** in the 7 deuce
Come back on your b**ch in a 6-trey
Chevy mercedes I keep em' comin'
F**k all these b**ches I keep em' comin'
I pull up right now I'm parallel
I hit your block with them swangers
My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You don't come around here cause it's dangerous
I be hangin' around here and I'm famous
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger
Hit her sideways when I banged her
In the driveway on a perc
I was sideways on a perc
Had a stick on me that's a first
Got your b**ch on me gettin' murked
I post up and that's confident
I boast up in a drop 6
Gotta ghost royce and I pop sh*t
I'm a d**e boy with that cock trip
I came in the game I had crack on me
Got big with my bag with some act on me
I'm single and sh*t and she lash on me
I told em' I'm back on my bachelor
I get focused on millions and everything
I just took me a trip out to africa
See how we came from the mud and the bottom we did it
I see how they countin' this out
Bet they ain't never gonna do it again
You see why these niggas be hatin' ignorin I'm goin' right in
I was born to get this money in this life of sin
I bought up before they got my dog on murder again
See the fire come out the a** on the lamborghini
When you say you love a ni**a do you really mean it
When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me
I pour the actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons
I did the digital dash
I f**k the b**ch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that d**e to lil mama
I don't strect let the mamacdo
You rats will never be honorable
They know I'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first
These b**ches be nagging the kid
F**k it it is what it is if you get hit you get hit
I don't forget or forgive
Told myself never again I don't let nobody in
Super just showed out again
And we just keep servin' and servin' again
And again and again and again
I move the game up I'm reckless
I'm harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put diddy on my next sh*t
I might could fit you in on a wednesday
I'm not here for no pretend sh*t
Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making what an entrance
That's when you know it's a body
Zone 6 they know it's a body
Kirkwood they know it's a body
Lil mexico know it's a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out it's a problem
I might take quentin to follies
You hate your life just be honest
I got the digital dash
She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback that sh*t is all in the past
Esco and boomin they got it on smash
And I got the I got the I got the I got the I
I did the digital dash
I f**k the b**ch on the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I did the digital mamcdo