Woah Vicky (Digits) Lyrics

I'ma just smoke that pack and call you back

I ain't even talking back ima let you rant (Hey)

Going through my phone, seeing things you shouldn't have

And this shit got you mad, so pissy

We just blew a bag, go Fiji

She a different brag, woah Vicky

We been popping tags, blowing digits

Slide up as soon as she land, i pipe up as soon as she hit me

I spend a cool lil grand, I spend a cool lil 50

I smoke down that pound, I blow down them ciggies

Already popped that Xan

Way before the fight, so I don't even know who's winning

I ain't even trying to be right, I already know that feeling

I just want to get you right, I just wanna get you right

I want to get you outta your head, come outta your mind

If pain isn't perfect, why do you smoke when you cry?

If you keep your trouble, you can't be surprised what you find

Life move too fast you can't stumble, it's really no time to rewind

I see dragons and elves and bells

I get so high I get lost in my mind

I get so high I can beam through time

Damn near almost lost my brother for second time

I'ma just smoke that pack and call you back

I ain't even talking back ima let you rant (Hey)

Going through my phone, seeing things you shouldn't have

And this shit got you mad, so pissy

We just blew a bag, go Fiji

She a different brag, woah Vicky

We been popping tags, blowing digits

Slide up as soon as she land, i pipe up as soon as she hit me

(Haitian girl, my lil Haitian girl)