Vqcant - Digital Lyrics

Getting a bag now it's digital
Shoutout to Paypal running my digits up
What is at stake now it's not a shake though
Watch how you come back look at you fake hoes
Uh
Frankly i'm wearing a sweatshirt no sunday
You act like a shooter just like issa pump fake
Tatted my wrist with a heartbreak no kanye
Finna blow up, next year is the launch date

Getting a bag now it's digital
Shoutout to Paypal running my digits up
What is at stake now it's not a shake though
Watch how you come back look at you fake hoes
Frankly I'm wearing a sweatshirt no sunday
Act like a shooter just like issa pump fake
Tatted my wrist wit a
F*ck it, uh

Get that bag go count your chips
I am not an asshole but i ain't got friends
I'm finna stack my streams in m's
Young Vince Vaughn no blackball
Burlesque vaudeville, Rooney with a backdrop
Looking like Knoxville hanging from a rooftop
I am not a jackass looking like an outcast
Lookin like an, uh

Compare me abomination
Saying my talent is gods creation
Wishing that god would save me
F*cking time is wasted always gone and faded
Never rapped forsaken
Always rapping raging
Never stopped to chase it
All my dreams are basic i'm not f*cking famous
But i'm changing lives, Uh

I went from f*cking depression to not ever struggling
Making my moves in the background and hustling
Rewind a year i was down and was suffering uh

Loco
So independent I'm living it f*cking solo
Oh no, put em in a chokehold
Ocho sinco
Never depending on f*cking dope smoke
Uno free throw,
Messed up lethal
Stabbing and slicing just like i'm Lecter, Ledger
Let her go

Diminished forsaken enslaved in the basement of Satan
I'm rocking my hoodie I'm so anti social, aye
Bout to go coastal to global
I'm ready to blow to the masses and show off my passion of rapping, aye
Bout to awaken the Kraken, aye
Wake up i'm swerving through traffic, aye
Get in my face i might blast you, aye
Balling like Jordan I'm Michael not Jackson, aye
A killer I'm ripping through bodies with axes, aye
Ask your babe
She might just hop on the wagon or saddle, aye
This is the end of the axis, aye
Blowing up not on the mattress, uh

Terror in the wrist like a Saudi
Circle wit the whip like a Audi
Stupid ass bars I be clownin'
Let me have fun while I'm drowning
Lil' bitch, Uh