Double-O Dash
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First time lettin' off fye, I almost zipped his shit up
Swervin' hot cars, bail out blickin'
Buddy was swervin' when he got hit up
Glock 20, give shit hiccups
G-L-O-C-K, my big bro
These niggas be yelling out "Bathh", ain't never did shit, this shit ridiculous
Me and my niggas just leveled up, wanna hang with us? That shit a privilege
I want rose gold with the green faces, got moissanited wrists
I don't want no custom piece, get out my DM, that ain't hittin'
In the Raq, I just be chillin', I get bored, I might go fishin'
Hot car action, I don't give no fucks, still swingin' JJ Chicken
New flame fiend, lil' bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
Let a nigga act tough, pop a Perky, ten mil' TEC, went out of Kenny's
And these bullets in my gun, these bitches go wherever, red light revys
Missed gettin' hit up, paralyzed, no, they can't move, the Lord can't save 'em
Got my sister gettin' young, by twenty-one I'ma have a baby
If I'm not stoppin' the Hellcat, I'm still wet doggin' the Mercedes
Everywhere I go they know me, I don't even give a fuck about my ski mask
First time lettin' off that Chrome, just a young and slow, ain't have no ski mask
I don't even give a fuck 'bout that type shit, it's two double-o on my d-dash
I'll never post the clock now, I'm on stage, wake up, just see cash
These niggas ain't no gangsters, they ass lame, we call 'em, "B-rad"
Everyday I make money, give no fuck if it's a dollar
Ran my ante up, I got my ante up, these hoes gon' swallow
These niggas be actin' like hoes, they sippin' lemon drops out the bottle
But I can't do that shit, I got my lean, Tris' reposado
Pour my lean, turn off my phone, don't wanna talk no more
Might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and fuck a ho
Niggas stole the flow they swagger jackin', talkin' 'bout row the boat
Invoice everyday, I check my bank account, my shirt overloaded
10K before twelve, it's 10 a.m. and that's just off promotions
Jail break kind of fast, we fucked the Urus up, get on the shoulder
We put belt to ass, bro dunk on shit, we up, it's fuckin' over
We get shit done, boy they told you
Bro 'nem leavin' shit slumped over