Why they talkin' on my name like I don't do this
I got 30 in this clip tryna leave em clueless
Niggas talkin' like they top til they top roofless
Man, I told you not to play cause a nigga ruthless
Yeah, break it down in seconds
Man it's magic in that kitchen
I ain't on that corner, I got niggas that's gon' flip it
Broski off a Roxy, I'm just in here water whippin
Please excuse my lingo, I'm just in here wocky sippin
Yeah, quick to sober up, if you tell me it's a pack
Beam on the strap, f*ck you thought, I don't lack
Niggas said they what
Nigga what
He on crack
And his brothers sshh
Niggas call him Double Tap
Esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Oye, esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
I got blood on my kicks, I just stomped a nigga out
Ain't no angels in that field, f*ck, we look like Mike Trout
Bitch, we run up in the trap, f*ckin' cook them lights out
I get wicked with the pistol, bro like, put the pipe down
I can not, I can never, bitch I keep it in my sweater
F*ck, I look like lacking every time I link Doretta
I don't know, like personally, it's simply for the better
Nigga run up on me, I'mma swiss him for the cheddar
Why they on my body, act like I ain't on the go Any opp that caught me
Niggas know I upped the pole
Niggas had my addy never spun, what the f*ck Get it off the glass, I'm like Bobby on the bucks
Got it off the board, watch me put it on the floor
Bitches try to line me, I'mma brrrr at a whore
Big brrrr in this bitch
Big GLTAOW in the cut
Nigga run up on me
GLLTT GLTAOW leave em slumped
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Why they talkin' on my name like I don't do this
I got 30 in this clip tryna leave em clueless
Niggas talkin' like they top til they top roofless
Man, I told you not to play cause a nigga ruthless
Yeah, break it down in seconds
Man it's magic in that kitchen
I ain't on that corner, I got niggas that's gon' flip it
Broski off a Roxy, I'm just in here water whippin
Please excuse my lingo, I'm just in here wocky sippin
Yeah, quick to sober up, if you tell me it's a pack
Beam on the strap, f*ck you thought, I don't lack
Niggas said they what
Nigga what
He on crack
And his brothers sshh
Niggas call him Double Tap
Esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Oye, esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
I got blood on my kicks, I just stomped a nigga out
Ain't no angels in that field, f*ck, we look like Mike Trout
Bitch, we run up in the trap, f*ckin' cook them lights out
I get wicked with the pistol, bro like, put the pipe down
I can not, I can never, bitch I keep it in my sweater
F*ck, I look like lacking every time I link Doretta
I don't know, like personally, it's simply for the better
Nigga run up on me, I'mma swiss him for the cheddar
Why they on my body, act like I ain't on the go Any opp that caught me
Niggas know I upped the pole
Niggas had my addy never spun, what the f*ck Get it off the glass, I'm like Bobby on the bucks
Got it off the board, watch me put it on the floor
Bitches try to line me, I'mma brrrr at a whore
Big brrrr in this bitch
Big GLTAOW in the cut
Nigga run up on me
GLLTT GLTAOW leave em slumped
I got 30 in this clip tryna leave em clueless
Niggas talkin' like they top til they top roofless
Man, I told you not to play cause a nigga ruthless
Yeah, break it down in seconds
Man it's magic in that kitchen
I ain't on that corner, I got niggas that's gon' flip it
Broski off a Roxy, I'm just in here water whippin
Please excuse my lingo, I'm just in here wocky sippin
Yeah, quick to sober up, if you tell me it's a pack
Beam on the strap, f*ck you thought, I don't lack
Niggas said they what
Nigga what
He on crack
And his brothers sshh
Niggas call him Double Tap
Esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Oye, esto es para usted, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
I got blood on my kicks, I just stomped a nigga out
Ain't no angels in that field, f*ck, we look like Mike Trout
Bitch, we run up in the trap, f*ckin' cook them lights out
I get wicked with the pistol, bro like, put the pipe down
I can not, I can never, bitch I keep it in my sweater
F*ck, I look like lacking every time I link Doretta
I don't know, like personally, it's simply for the better
Nigga run up on me, I'mma swiss him for the cheddar
Why they on my body, act like I ain't on the go Any opp that caught me
Niggas know I upped the pole
Niggas had my addy never spun, what the f*ck Get it off the glass, I'm like Bobby on the bucks
Got it off the board, watch me put it on the floor
Bitches try to line me, I'mma brrrr at a whore
Big brrrr in this bitch
Big GLTAOW in the cut
Nigga run up on me
GLLTT GLTAOW leave em slumped
Writer: Yemaryel Diaz
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