digitan

(Cynerist) Strains, it look like the rainbow Go head count them digits then Bitch I'm Mr. Digitan Kick it where them stains glow Red on my Givenchy lens Gala shit that's if you can These niggas not fly for real These niggas not fly, for real I forgot that I could feel Cash numbing the pain Go catch some stains to see if I could feel Tell my bro to pass the steel Need a thot to match it though You got smoke, lets match it ho Yo gang gone, its magic bro Blood on my Margiela and I still put that shit on Bitch I'm feeling stellar Call yo stylist she get shit on We could get yo bitch on All my weapons 2 toned Kinda like my whips nigga Live this life you gon' need 2 phones In this ho with 2 hoes Touched a million ain't say shit Ain't say shit y'all be too digital, be broadcasting a lick Keep the ho shit to a minimal, just leave that to ya bitch Bitch I go right where the dollar go, I need a fucking ship (I'm so full of misery) (Can I hold you down?) (In my Garden, of Eden) (Baby-) Strains, it look like the rainbow Go head count them digits then Bitch I'm Mr. Digitan Kick it where them stains glow Red on my Givenchy lens Gala shit that's if you can These niggas not fly for real These niggas not fly, for real My bitch in love with molly pills I think that's my fault Nigga don't know how it feel To kiss the asphalt Nigga don't know how it feel To hear the cash talk This money shit is new to you Can see in the way you damn walk I just cashed in all my pills I could feed her X she'll call me god I told her chill for real Bitch I'm not your friend go talk to God I'm in this ho to kill Lil bro 9, he toting steel Bullets flying, they cold as hell Hit you once, you goin to hell We got slugs, fuck a shell She want hugs I want hell, cats Nigga ain't gang get the fuck, back