Double Gs
Look at my shirt double g's
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Knowin me, I go the hardest
On a journey, I'm goin the farthest
I'm the realist, you know I'm the smartest
I'm the first one that ever did start it
I'm blowin that stank like i farted
Give me time imma be the best artist
On the playlists, the number one chart list
My diamonds go stupid, retarded
Makin my moves on the low
On the low hittin your hoe
She come to my show, front row
This how I get to the dough
Flaco ain't gonna be basic
He's gotta get to it and chase it
I cannot live normal, I feel paranormal
Now its just a matter of waitin
Ice on me, feel like I'm skatin
These diamonds so cold got me shakin
Your diamonds are ruby's you're fakin
Your chain is so rusty it's breakin
Your chain is so rusty, I'm smokin on musty
These bitches they love when you make it
These bitches they love when you chase it
I roll up a wood & I face it
Gucci the bag & the gold on my neck
I keep spendin my money, cant save it
I swear that these bitches is basic
They all in my face, they don't phase me
They callin' me Papi nobody can stop me
I'm aimin to say that I made it
I'm slappin on tracks & I'm makin it happen
They copy the flow, I create it
I'm a youngin with money they hate it
I'm a groovy youngin no debatin
The bitches they come to me, they come so easily
The rest of these boys gotta chase it
Look at my shirt double g's
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Bitches like Papi you got it
The haters be tellin me stop it
Got everyone sayin I'm cocky
I'm in love with this life, I can't drop it
I'm in this shit with a passion
All I love to do is rappin
Reppin the ROC if you askin
If you step on the block, get to blastin
All of my bitches love fasion
Goyard on her thong, she a bad bitch
I cannot fuck with a average
Cause everyone know I'm not average
Can't fuck with one, I need two
Got a lil bae & my boo
Never pick a bitch over my crew
Never pick a bitch over my blues
They hate on me cause I'm up next and
I flex what I got, diamonds wet and
While you everywhere, flex Smith & Wesson
You ain't really got it, you flexin
Makin' a change, stay outta my way
Your bitch give me brain, I'm insane
I'm fly like a plane, if you in my way
I leave you decay with no trace
I promised my mom I'll be famous
I'm tryin' my hardest to make it
They tryin' their hardest to break it
This my life, I don't care what you sayin'
Look at my shirt double g's
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Knowin me, I go the hardest
On a journey, I'm goin the farthest
I'm the realist, you know I'm the smartest
I'm the first one that ever did start it
I'm blowin that stank like i farted
Give me time imma be the best artist
On the playlists, the number one chart list
My diamonds go stupid, retarded
Makin my moves on the low
On the low hittin your hoe
She come to my show, front row
This how I get to the dough
Flaco ain't gonna be basic
He's gotta get to it and chase it
I cannot live normal, I feel paranormal
Now its just a matter of waitin
Ice on me, feel like I'm skatin
These diamonds so cold got me shakin
Your diamonds are ruby's you're fakin
Your chain is so rusty it's breakin
Your chain is so rusty, I'm smokin on musty
These bitches they love when you make it
These bitches they love when you chase it
I roll up a wood & I face it
Gucci the bag & the gold on my neck
I keep spendin my money, cant save it
I swear that these bitches is basic
They all in my face, they don't phase me
They callin' me Papi nobody can stop me
I'm aimin to say that I made it
I'm slappin on tracks & I'm makin it happen
They copy the flow, I create it
I'm a youngin with money they hate it
I'm a groovy youngin no debatin
The bitches they come to me, they come so easily
The rest of these boys gotta chase it
Look at my shirt double g's
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Bitches like Papi you got it
The haters be tellin me stop it
Got everyone sayin I'm cocky
I'm in love with this life, I can't drop it
I'm in this shit with a passion
All I love to do is rappin
Reppin the ROC if you askin
If you step on the block, get to blastin
All of my bitches love fasion
Goyard on her thong, she a bad bitch
I cannot fuck with a average
Cause everyone know I'm not average
Can't fuck with one, I need two
Got a lil bae & my boo
Never pick a bitch over my crew
Never pick a bitch over my blues
They hate on me cause I'm up next and
I flex what I got, diamonds wet and
While you everywhere, flex Smith & Wesson
You ain't really got it, you flexin
Makin' a change, stay outta my way
Your bitch give me brain, I'm insane
I'm fly like a plane, if you in my way
I leave you decay with no trace
I promised my mom I'll be famous
I'm tryin' my hardest to make it
They tryin' their hardest to break it
This my life, I don't care what you sayin'
Look at my shirt double g's
Versace jeans & a tee
New ice, that's on freeze
Can't nobody move like me
Watch how I move in the streets
Check what I got on my feet
Gucci, designer my feet
I got this shit for a fee
Nothin on me came for free
I'm comin for you and your team
These bitches on me cause I'm clean
Half of these bitches be fiends
Credits
Writer(s): Marko Hernandez
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