Digital Dash Lyrics - What A Time To Be Alive - Drake

My dope in the bushes 

My dope in the bushes 

I know how to cook it 

My bitch good looking 

My bitch good looking 

My bitch good looking 

My dope in the bushes 

I know how to cook it 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

I did the digital dash 

I fuck your bitch in the passenger 

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 

A hustler the first to the first 

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These bitches be naggin the kid 

They get on my motherfucking 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 ass in the 7 deuce 

Come back on your bitch in a 6-trey 

Chevy, Mercedes I keep em' comin' 

Fuck all these bitches I keep em' comin' 

I pull up right now I'm parallel 

I hit your block with them swangers 

My niggas 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 bitch on me gettin' murked 

I post up and thats confident 

I boast up in a drop 6 

Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit 

I'm a dope boy with that cock trip 

I came in the game I had crack on me 

Got big with my bag with some Act on me 

I'm single and shit and she lash 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 countin' this out 

Bet they ain't never gonna do it again 

You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in 

I was born to get this money in this life of sin 

I bought up before they got my dog on murder again 

See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini 

When you say you love a nigga 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 

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I did the digital dash 

I fuck the bitch in the passenger 

I give the junky a blast 

I send that dope to lil mama 

You rats will never be honorable 

They know I'mma kid of my word 

A hustler the first to the first 

These bitches be nagging the kid 

Fuck 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 shit 

I might could fit you in on a Wednesday 

I'm not here for no pretend shit 

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 niggas that just made the visual last 

But she too embarrassed to ask 

I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas 

You remind me of a quarterback, that shit 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 

I did the digital dash 

I fuck the bitch on the passenger 

I give the junky a blast