Paypa Boy, Larry June - Digital Dash lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Paypa Boy, Larry June - Digital Dash lyrics]
(First class passengers)
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I got something supercharged
But it's tucked up in my stash
(Woo, woo, woo)
I'm super stankin' for the summer
Nigga I been doin' numbers
Fresh paint, built motors
All my coupes road runners (Beep, beep)
Revving like Forza when I pop that clutch
(Ah) and niggas still broke cause
They talk too much (Shut up)
I'm the coolest nigga doing it
I put that on my pops grave (On my pops)
Everyday like that candy bar, it's PayDay
(Splash out) i hustle different
I ball up in a differеnt league
I trapped in diffеrent countries
I be touching different cheese
Niggas love my style, I put on for the D Boys
(That's right) a lot of fake real niggas
Watch out for decoys (Them niggas frauds)
'83 coupe with the digi' dash up in it
Cutting through that traffic, up the middle
Like in it (Ah, ah, ah)
The coupe a classic, pops got me sitting wet
(Straight wetty) big turbo under the hood
Sounding like a straight jet
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
(yeah baby)
Exit John Daly, pulled up on my low-key
(Aye, aye, aye) a quick oil change and
My shoes cost one-fifty (Goddamn)
Jeans for the cold cut
I'ma need two of these (Numbers)
Fuck it I might go and take
My son to Ocean Beach (Sock it to me)
Dash on digi' pockets on diddy (Goddamn)
Krav' like Lenny (Good job)
Stacks I need plenty
My GT Benz cost more than your Bentley
And I'm always in the city if
You see me fuck with me
Put some respect on my name
I go hard in the paint
All I drop is that flame
Another hundred on the way
Another hundred in the safe
One hundred to the grave
In the Lake, I'm with Payp', so much cake
Gotta save it yeah
Sock it to me uh, groovy
Good job Paypa Boy aye, aye, aye
First class numbers
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I got something supercharged
But it's tucked up in my stash
(Woo, woo, woo)
I'm super stankin' for the summer
Nigga I been doin' numbers
Fresh paint, built motors
All my coupes road runners (Beep, beep)
Revving like Forza when I pop that clutch
(Ah) and niggas still broke cause
They talk too much (Shut up)
I'm the coolest nigga doing it
I put that on my pops grave (On my pops)
Everyday like that candy bar, it's PayDay
(Splash out) i hustle different
I ball up in a differеnt league
I trapped in diffеrent countries
I be touching different cheese
Niggas love my style, I put on for the D Boys
(That's right) a lot of fake real niggas
Watch out for decoys (Them niggas frauds)
'83 coupe with the digi' dash up in it
Cutting through that traffic, up the middle
Like in it (Ah, ah, ah)
The coupe a classic, pops got me sitting wet
(Straight wetty) big turbo under the hood
Sounding like a straight jet
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
'83 coupe with the digital dash
I'm dope boy fresh
Rubber bands around my cash
My block is like a scene from the 80's
Everybody hustling, getting cake crazy
(yeah baby)
Exit John Daly, pulled up on my low-key
(Aye, aye, aye) a quick oil change and
My shoes cost one-fifty (Goddamn)
Jeans for the cold cut
I'ma need two of these (Numbers)
Fuck it I might go and take
My son to Ocean Beach (Sock it to me)
Dash on digi' pockets on diddy (Goddamn)
Krav' like Lenny (Good job)
Stacks I need plenty
My GT Benz cost more than your Bentley
And I'm always in the city if
You see me fuck with me
Put some respect on my name
I go hard in the paint
All I drop is that flame
Another hundred on the way
Another hundred in the safe
One hundred to the grave
In the Lake, I'm with Payp', so much cake
Gotta save it yeah
Sock it to me uh, groovy
Good job Paypa Boy aye, aye, aye
First class numbers