16raheem - Digits

Toast em toast em
I got Amiris inside of em tokens
Pop with a blade right inside of my loafers
I’m getting sacks like my last name was Bosa
Whoa shit
Whoa
16, run em, over
Raheem like I’m Mostert
I’m in range, like a rover
Move in the dark like it never ain’t sun
China from China it’s straight from Milan
Touch it you buying you paying the fund
Boy are you stupid or crazy or dumb
You is a rookie I play him like pawn
I get the cookies and blaze it for fun
You got no money you hatin on son
When i get to the strap ain’t no way you can run
I, hop in the whip there’s no ceiling that’s in it
I got my name on the plate think it’s rented
If we do the heist there’s no middle man in it
Wait til the future I’m dashing with digits
Music the reason I’m making the chicken
Never sold shit but a beat and me spitting
I just been cooking ain’t leave in a minute
Ff u make plans and say leaf then I’m in it
I, hop in the whip there’s no ceiling that’s in it
I got my name on the plate think it’s rented
If we do the heist there’s no middle man in it
Wait til the future I’m dashing with digits
Music the reason I’m making the chicken
Never sold shit but a beat and me spitting
I just been cooking ain’t leave in a minute
If u make plans and say leaf then I’m in it
I just got money and made a purchase
Don’t fuck with LV I hate them purses
None of my brothers gon pay for verses
I'm in the street with a lakers jersey
6 in the morning you hatin early
I'm on the track and I'm pacing sturdy
All of my verses I make em wordy
I got some hittas, no way to hurt me
Why are you leaving huh
Need the money to see me now
Blue on the fit yeah
Got blood on my feet uh huh
I’m the best rapper we not gon debate
King of OP all the bullshit can wait
I do not care less the money is safe
She seeing ghost when i’m back in the wraith
I, hop in the whip there’s no ceiling that’s in it
I got my name on the plate think it’s rented
If we do the heist there’s no middle man in it
Wait til the future I’m dashing with digits
Music the reason I’m making the chicken
Never sold shit but a beat and me spitting
I just been cooking ain’t leave in a minute
If u make plans and say leaf then I’m in it
I, hop in the whip there’s no ceiling that’s in it
I got my name on the plate think it’s rented
If we do the heist there’s no middle man in it
Wait til the future I’m dashing with digits
Music the reason I’m making the chicken
Never sold shit but a beat and me spitting
I just been cooking ain’t leave in a minute
If u make plans and say leaf then I’m in it

Written by:
Ibraheem Azam

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