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