[Intro: Peewee Longway]
Run circles 'round n***as; I’m gone, bye; too left
Got bands in my pants; Get yo' bitch out my belt
A clear understandin'-
I’m still in the trap, wit' them young n***as, like -
Rambo; Peel off yo' 'cap'

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin’ bales of ’midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin’ 10 'bricks', I'ma chop ’em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
--End up flyin' wit' the fishes

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Carlos sendin' in a 100 bales of midget
I'm breakin 'em down in the kitchen wit' the pigeon
Bricks on the scale and the bales on the benches
"Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches"
Trappin' wit' Skippa, so you know, we flippin'
Lil' bitty bitch! And we thumbin' through Benj'ys
Shit'll get 'digital', quicker 'round here
Lil' bitty n***a, be comin' up missin'
You get the picture? I'm fuckin' wit' digits
You still my n***a-- you never get bigger
I still put that pistol on any young n***a
Watch all these bitches, just 'cry me a river'
Digit-digit-digit-digit
Carlos and Hector, keep sendin' in 'midgets'
I still got them pints of lean, stuffed in the 'frigder
Jumpin' Nike, how we fuckin' wit' digits
(Longway)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'
That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)
Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja
My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'
We got the low 'ticket'-
We wrap 'em up and ship 'em
I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons
--End up flyin' wit' the fishes