Digits lyrics
by Murda Beatz
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
--End up flyin' wit' the fishes
[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Digits-
I got 'em from trappin' the chickens
Copped the R8; that b*tch came with soaked in suspension
It's easy to mention; smashed yo' b*tch, she was hittin'
"Damn Flip, how you got so many fishes?"
"You'nt even be goin' fishin'..."
J's run home, when I pitch the 8 ball
No Cal Ripken
My main runnner look like Serena, but she don't play tennis
The plug keep sendin' me 'midget'; we wrap it, drop it in Philly
No Swishers, put a 3.5 in a Philly
(Dat really my city)
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
--End up flyin' wit' the fishes
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Carlos sendin' in a 100 bales of midget
I'm breakin 'em down in the kitchen wit' the pigeon
Bricks on the scale and the bales on the benches
"Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches"
Trappin' wit' Skippa, so you know, we flippin'
Lil' bitty b*tch! And we thumbin' through Benj'ys
sh*t'll get 'digital', quicker 'round here
Lil' bitty n*gga, be comin' up missin'
You get the picture? I'm f*ckin' wit' digits
You still my n*gga-- you never get bigger
I still put that pistol on any young n*gga
Watch all these b*tches, just 'cry me a river'
Digit-digit-digit-digit
Carlos and Hector, keep sendin' in 'midgets'
I still got them pints of lean, stuffed in the 'frigder
Jumpin' Nike, how we f*ckin' wit' digits
(Longway)
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
--End up flyin' wit' the fishes