Future - Digital Dash lyrics

Intro: Future] My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My b**h good looking My b**h good looking My b**h good looking My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: Future] I did the digital dash I f** your b**h in the pa**enger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma tho Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word I hustle the first to the first [Verse 1: Future] These b**hes be naggin the kid They get on my motherf**ing 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**h in a six trey Chevy, Mercedes I keep em' comin' f** all these b**hes I keep em' comin' I pull up right now I'm parallel I hit your block with them swangers My n***as ain't nothin' but some bangers I sit in the trap with the gangsters You don't come around here cause its 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, thats a first Got your b**h on me gettin' murked I post up and thats confident I boast up in a drop 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop sh** I'm a dope boy with that car, trick I came in the game I had crack on me Got Bape on my back with some Act on me I'm single and sh** and she latch 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 counted us out But they never gonna do it again You see why these n***as be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I pulled off before they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the a** on the Lamborghini When you say you love a n***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 [Hook: Future] I did the digital dash I f** your b**h in the pa**enger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma tho Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word I hustle the first to the first [Verse 2: Drake] These b**hes be nagging the kid f** 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** I might gone fit you in on Wednesday I'm not here for no pretend sh** Just walked in with a girl that’s making triple what I’m making, what an entrance That's when you know its 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 n***as that just made the visual last But she too embarra**ed to ask I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that sh** 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 [Hook: Future] I did the digital dash I f** your b**h in the pa**enger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma tho