Digital Dash

[Intro] (First class passengers) [Chorus: Paypa_Boy] '83 coupe with the digital dash I'm dope boy fresh, rubber bands around my cash My block is like a scene from the 80's Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy '83 coupe with the digital dash I got something supercharged, but it's tucked up in my stash (Woo, woo, woo) I'm super stankin' for the summer Nigga I been doin' numbers Fresh paint, built motors, all my coupes road runners (Beep, beep) [Verse 1: Paypa_Boy] Revving like Forza when I pop that clutch (Ah) And niggas still broke cause they talk too much (Shut up) I'm the coolest nigga doing it, I put that on my pops grave (On my pops) Everyday like that candy bar, it's PayDay (Splash out) I hustle different, I ball up in a differеnt league I trapped in diffеrent countries, I be touching different cheese Niggas love my style, I put on for the D Boys (That's right) A lot of fake real niggas, watch out for decoys (Them niggas frauds) '83 coupe with the digi' dash up in it Cutting through that traffic, up the middle, like in it (Ah, ah, ah) The coupe a classic, pops got me sitting wet (Straight wetty) Big turbo under the hood, sounding like a straight jet [Chorus: Paypa_Boy] '83 coupe with the digital dash I'm dope boy fresh, rubber bands around my cash My block is like a scene from the 80's Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy '83 coupe with the digital dash I'm dope boy fresh, rubber bands around my cash My block is like a scene from the 80's Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy [Verse 2: Larry June] (Yeah baby) Exit John Daly, pulled up on my low-key (Aye, aye, aye) A quick oil change and my shoes cost one-fifty (Goddamn) Jeans for the cold cut, I'ma need two of these (Numbers) Fuck it I might go and take my son to Ocean Beach (Sock it to me) Dash on digi' Pockets on diddy (Goddamn) Krav' like Lenny (Good job) Stacks I need plenty My GT Benz cost more than your Bentley And I'm always in the city if you see me fuck with me Put some respect on my name, I go hard in the paint All I drop is that flame, another hundred on the way Another hundred in the safe, one hundred to the grave In the Lake, I'm with Payp', so much cake, gotta save it yeah [Outro: Larry June] Sock it to me Uh, groovy Good job Paypa Boy Aye, aye, aye First class Numbers