Hard To Digest

[Intro]

Hundred round, kel-tec

Bullets hard to digest, uh (gezin)

Hundred round, kel-tec

Bullets hard to digest, yes (808 mafia)

(What up jake? What up chris? What up)

Let's go (ayy)

Hundred round, kel-tec

Bullets hard to digest, yes

Got my hand on her breasts

You need to get somethin' off your chest, yes

I'm in the gym, bowflex!

Where I come from, the projects

Vector with the big tits

My family I will protect

Mr. Miyagi, I chop it, I bag it, I sell it

The studio, just like a trap house

They master splinter, they rattin', they snitchin', they tellin'

There's too many fakes on the real now

Tellin' everybody that they got it on em right now

Versace long sleeve cover up the light house

I ride around like I live in the white house

I remember, I was collecting quarters for white owls

Came a long way alone

Best part about it, I did it on my own

I'ma go to London just to get some scones

After that, let's roam in rome

Uh, buzzin' off the percs

Talkin' to God, drinkin' that syrup

Feel like I could fly

And just like that, we gone

Out of there, like barry bonds

Uh, d&g on, d&g on, d&g on, yeah

Like a picture on the wall, Gucci my draws

Double g on my groin', yeah

D&g on, d&g on, d&g on, yeah

Fuck it, I'ma flaunt, I'm gon' do what I want, yeah

Yeah, sippin' that purple like prince, yeah

I put all white on the whips, yeah

Look like the pope in this bitch, yeah

Roxy powder on my lip

Look like we doin' dope in this bitch, yeah

Got the throat from the bitch then it's over with

Bitch, I stay fresh like a pack of deodorant

Hundred round, kel-tec

Bullets hard to digest, yes

Got my hand on her breasts

You need to get somethin' off your chest, yes

I'm in the gym, bowflex!

Where I come from, the projects

Vector with the big tits

My family I will protect

Mr. Miyagi, I chop it, I bag it, I sell it

The studio, just like a trap house

They master splinter, they rattin', they snitchin', they tellin'

There's too many fakes on the real now

Tellin' everybody that they got it on em right now

Versace long sleeve cover up the light house

I ride around like I live in the white house

I remember, I was collecting quarters for white owls

Uh, mortal kombat with the aim, fatality shot (uh-huh)

I know it's a lot of fuck niggas tryna come for my spot (uh-huh)

I know it's a lot of fuck niggas that want what I got

But you can't get it, I'm in the mix

Pick up a gun, pick up a fist, bitch

Talkin' that shit, gun wit a dick

Hit a fuck nigga in his shit, uh

Me not havin' money, don't make any sense

If I go broke, I'ma hit a lick, uh

Acupuncture with this thumper

It's been through a lot of stick ups

I've been through a lot of hiccups

Why these fuck niggas on my dick, bruh?

Uhm, I don't know why but

It's probably 'cause I'm fly, over average guy

I'm up in the sky, huh

Everyday I get so high, problems to the side

Demons I'ma fight them from a left right combo, tyson

Ride through life with no license, ayy