Lyrics:
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in
Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in
Tripping
Pouring lines in a soda
It got my mind all over
I hate being sober
Double my cup
I'm pouring drugs up
Tripping
Pouring lines in a soda
It
niggas hit you up with a banger, ayy
I'm that nigga in the cut, sticked up
Off a jigga, double-cup, got me slumped, ayy, run it back
Chopper went
Sparks fly on E street when the boy prophets walk in handsome and hot
All the little girls' souls grow weak
When the man-child gives them a double
Sparks fly on E street when the boy prophets walk in handsome and hot
All the little girls' souls grow weak
When the man-child gives them a double
on a plate, take a line if you want to
You know that you want to, I know what'chu gonna do
Eskimos baby, where the igloo at?
I'm double if you cut me my
through double dealing
Don't know what I'd do if I really lose your loving
I gotta get my act together, put my baby first in line.
Trying to find
a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all façade, but nigga just double R
See me jumpin' on stage, more chains than Mardi
Reciting the same line with the lame rhymes
Frontin' rappers actin' like their pops' was Orville Redenbacher
They quick to go pop
But when it's time
This double-M G shit, double-M G shit
She fuck my whole squad, she double-M G bitch
Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative
We came for the money
hotline
If I say that I can't breathe, will I become a chalk line
Up to see the movie, line up to see the act
The officers are scheming to cover up
to shut down
I'm still worth milli's on the bustdown
So savage, total my average that's G.O.a.t status
Addicts fiending for these lines, that's a coke
Morning in July
Got a souped up motor on the county line
Dressed in my Sunday best
Sucker punch right into a picket fence
Comets in the sky
Bloody
I just shit-bagged a track star
I hate when cornball niggas try to act funny
Let a bitch get out of line, I got the slap on me
I'm in a 'Mobile,
what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
got game for sure
And when I win I spit game to whores (yep)
Or double it back, I'll double the stacks
Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack
I'll tell you what shorty get in man I'll show you how to...
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool you don't want no trouble
Can we lean
Double or nothing you've gotta have a partner
Or your heart'll never come of age,
Takin' and givin' it's time we started livin' love
Will get us
gonn' 'buse and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonn' be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonn' have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonn' be
Sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy
They gon' take lines off that camera
(Bitch) i'm shittin' on all of y'all
Gotta make it apparent
y'all want that family grave?
You know the King klick!
D-D-dash-dash double O trouble double O dash
I will bust that ass
Ya'll mother fuckers
new paint
Hop in the van we makin the moves
Line up the girls they shakin they boobs
Hand them the bottle they loving the booze
Hop in the back then
shit so easy!
I don't need a Topic
Who calling my line again?
I ain't tryna hear nonsense
Double Mb, ain't rocket science
Acting tough cause you showing
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