Double O (feat. Boss Blaze)

(Double O shit)
(Yeah that's double O shit)
QB fifty-five hunnit

That's double O Nem
(Double O shit, yeah that's double O shit)

Shout out all my niggas'
(Double O shit, yeah that's double O shit)

(Double O shit, yeah that's double O shit)
(Fifty-five hunnit)
(QB shit man)
(Know how I'm coming man)
(Know how I'm rocking)

Twenty-seventeen takeoff shit now
(Let's go)

(Twenty-sixteen take off was last year)
(This seventeen shit now)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
QB double O bitch
Two five's two O's

And you know we having shit
(YA)

Eight doe's, eight hoe's
(YA)

And you know I'm pouring up
Eight foe's and eight Moe
And you know we trapping

That's a hunnit niggas' ten toe's
(Mob, Mob)

And you know we posted up

Five hunnit deep ah hunnit pole's
(BA, BA, BA)

Double solid T's and foe's

And all my niggas' rocking shows
(Squad)

Talking all that tough shit
Till we try you and you get exposed
If you ain't from over here
Then we go leave you over there
QB Double O shit

Ain't never on no hoe shit
(Nah Nah)

I was out there posted as a shorty

On some grown shit
(Grown shit)

You was begging to a nigga

Asking could you hold shit
(Hold shit)

I was on that catch you while you lacking

Have you gone shit
(BA, BA, BA)

I be with the realest niggas'

They one hunnit never change
(Squad)

I be with the deadly shooters'

They a kill you long range
(BA, BA, BA)

I be with them QB hot heads
(Hot-head)

Knock you off the stage
I be getting paid

And fucking hell of hoes that be engaged
(YA, YA)

I remember
I ain't have shit now this another page
I be fucking grown bitches'

Yeah they be another age
(YA, YA)

We go kill err op
(Err op)

Put them niggas' underground

Nigga fuck the industry
(Fuck em)

All my niggas' underground
(BA, BA, BA)

QB double O bitch
Two five's two O's
And you know we having shit

Eight doe's, eight hoes
(YA, YA)

And you know I'm pouring up
Eight foe's, and eight Moe
And you know we trapping

That's a hunnit niggas' ten toe's
(Mob, Mob)

And you know we posted up
(YA) (YA)

Five hunnit deep a hunnit poles
Double solid T's and foes'

And all my niggas' rocking shows
(Squad)

Talking all that tough shit
Till we try you, and you get exposed
If you ain't from over here
Then we go leave you over there
I be smoking hell of dope

That strong shit
(Loud)

Take yo baby momma to the tell

And give her long dick
(She bussing)

Ferragamo on me

Half a band hold my pants up
(Yeah)

Woah, yeah turn up
When I run my bands up
Ever time they see me

I be dripping I'm designed up
(Drama)

Chopper like a barber

I'm go get you niggas' lined up
(BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Young nigga I'm upping roll
When I swing my hair

All the bitches wanna go
(YA, YA, YA)

I got half's
I got whole's

Get em for the low
(YA, YA, YA)

Got to keep that heater on me

Cuz my city cold
(YA, YA)

Jewel game so sick
(YA)

From the chain to the wrist
(YA)

Quick to take a nigga bitch
(YA)

He can't do it like this
No

QB double O bitch
(Yeah)

Two five's two O's
(Yeah)

And you know we having shit
(Squad)

Eight doors, eight hoe's
And you know I'm pouring up
Eight foe's, and eight Moe
And you know we trapping
That's a hunnit niggas' ten toes
And you know we posted up
Five hunnit deep a hunnit poles
Double solid T's and foes
And all my niggas rocking shows
Talking all that tough shit
Till we try you and you get exposed
If you ain't from over here
Then we go leave you over there