[Hook]

These bitches keep on bitchin'

These niggas keep on wishin'

I cook the codinde in the kitchen

I"m countin all of my chickens

Man,free my nigga he locked in prison

He didnt pay for the ticket

But Aye aye aye aye  i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them

Digits

I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them

Digits



[Verse 1]

Yeah,I keep them digits

I'm counting all of my chickens

I got theses hoes switchin'

And they washin my dishes

The loud got me trippin'

I'm Shootin' up theses niggas like I'm Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie

Pippin

Niggas tryin be in the wave

Yo bitch is my slave

She goin DatWay

I've been trappin all day

Niggas watch what they say

Got the money and the K

Theses Lil niggas playing games

Theses Lil niggas go insane

Fake niggas tellin stories

Talk about getting brain

Talk about getting brain

Yeah, Talk about gettin' brain

I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain

He was on that purple rain

He been to bando

Niggas played him like a piano

He played them back like Nintendo

They asked what was his name and it was Fernando

I heard he been to Orlando

I know a dude named Orlando

Ight let just trap to bando



[Hook]

These bitches keep on bitchin'

These niggas keep on wishin'

I cook the codinde in the kitchen

I"m countin all of my chickens

Man,free my nigga he locked in prison

He didnt pay for the ticket

But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits

I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them

Digits



[Verse 2-YRC]

Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy

I'm f**kin' on theses thotties

Niggas gettin' missin, they loses bodies

Ooh I'm whippin in my f**king Audi

I know Christmas passed but I want a bitch who is naughty

Not a bitch who is snotty

Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some f**king blue chesse

I pipe it up and get it missin

I got bitches kissin

And they keep on switchin

My a-Game on twitch

Got so much money I might be rich

Theses fake niggas talkin' shit

I got vans on my feet

Niggas trappin to beat

Man f**k a seat belt

Watch the f**kin seat melt

I ain't no Christian but I pray before eat

I keep the key to the street

I keep the key to the street

Yeah,I keep the key to the street

I got the key to the street

Wait, i keep the key to the street?



[Hook]

These bitches keep on bitchin'

These niggas keep on wishin'

I cook the codinde in the kitchen

I"m countin all of my chickens

Man, free my nigga he locked in prison

He didnt pay for the ticket

But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them

Digits

I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them

Digits