Double Dutch (feat. Shute)

Walk that **** down like fe fi, you know we masked up

Catch him in the air, Peter Pan, then he get flagged up

Catch a body, tryna dip, it's time to hop on sum

Cold ass ****, slime a **** out just for a honey bun

My young **** slimy as fuck like they box with Jergens

I'm tryna call the plug to hit a play but my phone ain't workin

He tryna run up on the gang, is it really worth it?

**** tryna ride the fuckin wave, you is not surfing

Me and Dae pro surfing on the beat just like Rio and Tron

Nah I ain't fuckin with y'all clique, all y'all **** bums

Glicko in the backpack, fully loaded, got that big ass drum

Droppin hits back to back, **** I'm the one

Fredo got the sawed off, and almost shot his thumb

Police get me in that room I got to acting dumb

I be talking hella shit but back it up with dubs

I just told my mom I'm tryna get rich and move back to the slums

I told my momma fuck it

Tec-nine in the goose coat, I got these **** ducking

I put the heat right to his head, this how you bake a muffin

Call up twin, I drew him up a play"This how you make a bucket"

If it ain't about the money, that ain't my discussion

No really, if it ain't about the money, ****, I ain't coming

Pull up, reverse trick the bitch, I got payed for fucking

I could teach you how to flip a pack, you gotta double dutch it

Grab my shoes, bitch Ima lace em up

Pull up, soda pop a **** talking, Ima shake em up

I be smoking OG, and yo shit sprayed as fuck

**** tryna cop a low G, yo shit laced as Fuck

Knew that **** chain was fake as fuck when I seen it rust

Said he'd up a pole, but from his tone yeah I knew he was bluff

Go to war then patch a **** up they call me Doc McStuff

31 flavors in the chop, I'm finna mix him up

Fire on his ass like BTA, the burner got him stuck

Went the cheap route and got a ghost, I guess he outta luck

Spaghetti strap a fuck **** down, we gotta spill his guts

Run em down to his last member

Five.56 gon trip that **** leg, he should've ran faster

Father figure barely in my life, I guess I grew up a bastard

Dishing plates out to my dawgs just like the last supper

**** talking shit up on the net, guess he a dope smoker

Ratchet in the whip, fuck around and pull up with that three

Nah I ain't never needed Scotty, all I needed was me

Pull up in this bitch like CP3, nah I ain't got no rings

Eyes closed, really high as fuck, I'm tryna slide on the beat