Double C's

Yo, yo, this is actually really hard

Clothes overseas, I drip better than a riptide

100 grand, It look better in your bitch eyes

I got double C's on, look like crip signs

Bleed it when I sip a four, don't sip slime

I can VIP your bitch, get her flewd out

Switch on the back, of that glizzy make it shoot faster

He can't wait to hear my lyrics, he be needin captions

Nothin on her body real, this bitch made of plastic

S-B-E, starborn, got your main fannin

ALO sommerset rich That's my main handle,

Playing With them R-T-B boys, throwing paint at you

It don't matter how many drugs I take can't stop this pain feeling

It don't matter how many ones we get, I'm trying to hang ****

We ain't beefing, you ain't got no ops, I ain't trying to hang with u

I got 30, yo bitch make me blush ima rain in here

This shit dirty, sipping when I hit my cup

Look like it's flames in here

Baby boy him I'ma catch him, beat his ass, like he got Alize

I ain't toying with no petty ass, lil **** got no time to play

Ima floor it ain't driving like your granny when I'm in a cat

Have him spinning, send his goofy ass to Jesus like he in the rapture

I can get yo cup spilled if my cup spill

If I say it, he gone say it after like he ad libbed it

I got pape to get him out the way, this **** sad livin

I ain't on no police, with him, I ain't Vlad, ****

This bitch got ass and titties I damn near bought them

Boy, this ain't no Cap or kizzy, I ain't doing flaugin

I jump up out the Lamb, the valet have to park it

Her best friend hutting the wood, it's hitting, it ain't harsh yet

My cup of dark ass red is bleeding like a spartan

I'm barely feeling perk, it got me Finna pause it

I don't seek out for this drip, it's seeping out the closet

I done ran out on this bitch, she tweaking, I ain't call yet

Slugs hit his brain, he look at it through his own eyes

Seven choppers in this whip and it's like four guys

He get hit across the line if he play both sides

We rocking chrome heart hoodies with a bow tie

Choose a team, ****, we ain't giving up no draft picks

One to his chest, two to his neck, that's a hat trick

Draco got so much kick back it make you back flip

Fuck dog tape, we don't listen to that wack shit

Bad bitches putting groceries up in my refrigerator

Dog was a hoe in high school and he's still a hater

Dog get to singing in that room like Anita Baker

I get to them blues like I'm depressed, I don't need a favor

These **** broke, lame, and stupid, that's a bad mix

Call me Freddy Krueger and that pussy, I be stabbing shit

Like I'm acrobatic, I be quick to make that baggy flip

I don't give a fuck if you cute I'll tax a bitch

You in the house, sleep all day like you tired of money

I been in the hood all my life, I get tired of bummy

You ain't had no money since Trump, ****, kinda funny

We make greens grow in the winter like it's kinda sunny

You living on your mama couch, that shit kinda sad

I'm in my 2019 bag, **** made me mad

Walk around the mall serving dog out of Macy's bag

Police ask me questions, I get clueless like Stacy Dash