This is a song about "Metric dactyl"

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

I will pivot for digits but i'm not morphing into something i'm not just for a shot to the top,

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Bet yall never heard of the story of the lost verse bitch gave me dem digits