Goin4double
My neck is a lake and my wrist is a puddle
They keep tryna figure me out it's a puzzle
Ain't trusting that bitch if she fucked on my brudda
She suck on that dick but she know we can't cuddle
YSL cologne and it's still free young thugger
Big knots in my pockets I'm keeping it subtle
I pour up codeine and I start seeing bubbles
Take over the summer they know they in trouble
I'm stacking my chips and I'm going for double
I tinted the whip, and I flooded the bezel
Broke my heart I fell in love with a hoe
Blew my money I had nothing to show
Free my niggas feds kicked down the door
Dirty money tryna clean it like soap
Devil came and asked the price for my soul
Came out the gutter we ain't having no hope
Watch them niggas you be calling your bro
If you don't got it they wont call when you broke
Slimey nigga wipe the snot off your nose
Like a hacker gotta stick to the code
For attention they be doing the most
Why you hate it now I'm reaching my goals?
Run up a hunnit bands before the summer
I turned myself up I bossed up from a runner
We can't even pronounce it when we wear designer
I double my cup put purple in the fanta
New York nigga could get rich in a minute
Got that pussy soaking wet when I'm in it
From the streets you bet' not fuck up your credit
Turn a savage for that cash I'm a menace
Change the weather cop a flight to Dubai
Sippin' Pane I call it African Wock
He want smoke we put that boy in the za
Clean 'em out, then we open up shop
Never sober when I'm going to bed
Struggle 'tryna get you out of my head
Play with us and now he part of the dead
20/20 through these new cartiers, yeah
My neck is a lake and my wrist is a puddle
They keep tryna figure me out it's a puzzle
Ain't trusting that bitch if she fucked on my brudda
She suck on that dick but she know we can't cuddle
YSL cologne and it's still free young thugger
Big knots in my pockets I'm keeping it subtle
Take over the summer they know they in trouble
I'm stacking my chips and I'm going for double
I tinted the whip, and I flooded the bezel
Broke my heart I fell in love with a hoe
Blew my money I had nothing to show
Free my niggas feds kicked down the door
Dirty money tryna clean it like soap
They keep tryna figure me out it's a puzzle
Ain't trusting that bitch if she fucked on my brudda
She suck on that dick but she know we can't cuddle
YSL cologne and it's still free young thugger
Big knots in my pockets I'm keeping it subtle
I pour up codeine and I start seeing bubbles
Take over the summer they know they in trouble
I'm stacking my chips and I'm going for double
I tinted the whip, and I flooded the bezel
Broke my heart I fell in love with a hoe
Blew my money I had nothing to show
Free my niggas feds kicked down the door
Dirty money tryna clean it like soap
Devil came and asked the price for my soul
Came out the gutter we ain't having no hope
Watch them niggas you be calling your bro
If you don't got it they wont call when you broke
Slimey nigga wipe the snot off your nose
Like a hacker gotta stick to the code
For attention they be doing the most
Why you hate it now I'm reaching my goals?
Run up a hunnit bands before the summer
I turned myself up I bossed up from a runner
We can't even pronounce it when we wear designer
I double my cup put purple in the fanta
New York nigga could get rich in a minute
Got that pussy soaking wet when I'm in it
From the streets you bet' not fuck up your credit
Turn a savage for that cash I'm a menace
Change the weather cop a flight to Dubai
Sippin' Pane I call it African Wock
He want smoke we put that boy in the za
Clean 'em out, then we open up shop
Never sober when I'm going to bed
Struggle 'tryna get you out of my head
Play with us and now he part of the dead
20/20 through these new cartiers, yeah
My neck is a lake and my wrist is a puddle
They keep tryna figure me out it's a puzzle
Ain't trusting that bitch if she fucked on my brudda
She suck on that dick but she know we can't cuddle
YSL cologne and it's still free young thugger
Big knots in my pockets I'm keeping it subtle
Take over the summer they know they in trouble
I'm stacking my chips and I'm going for double
I tinted the whip, and I flooded the bezel
Broke my heart I fell in love with a hoe
Blew my money I had nothing to show
Free my niggas feds kicked down the door
Dirty money tryna clean it like soap
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Writer(s): Hassan Kone
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