Double It (feat. GreedyRah)
Uh, shit, luh, luh, I fuck with bitches driving foreign Cars, I can teach you something come and
Dine with stars
Uncle Kenny told me once, you don't put enough Oomph, your pebble ain't going far
Fruity Pebble with the Netflix, daydreaming, icebox Left wrist, excuse me for reminiscing
Nowadays we like cowboys, Yosemite Sam shit, got The Glock strapped, national security
Got her laughing, so I know that she feeling me, call Me Dr. Evil, she on my mini-me
Raised, around killers, still ducking them felons
How you hate a nigga that should pretend to be Niggas, be pussy, meowing, literally, fuck
All enforcement for all of eternity, free Bookem, Free C
For all my niggas in the box, I'm blowing the prison, Fill the hall with straight
Three
And taking the Jake's on ah chase, tell the piggies Come get them, some, too raw
Straight G
So when I be up in the house, she wearing a Dunn-Dun-Dons, but no bitch can save me, uh
Flow retarded, re-read, uh
Food for thought, come eat G, uh
This shit for gang, disrespect the set, see your face In 3D, uh
Your words ain't the same, your loyalty changed, You think you're getting ah plate, G, uh
I spit from the pain, surviving the struggle, on cable Box, no TV, uh
Now I bring pizzas right up to your door, like what You ordered, that's me, uh
Syndicate, huh
Syndicate, who
Say it twice, it sound nice off your upper lip, I told Greedy cuh, fuck it, we double
It
Greedy, Greedy
Keep quiet, I been on some other shit, cause these Niggas be working for government
One bitch ain't enough for me, I had to double it
Fear no nigga, trust none, fuck a bitch, cause I know They out to get me
Christian brothers in a cup like titties, guns serve no Purpose in a crib, I got it
With me, huh
Betty's tucked like, who riding with me
Niggas ain't gang for real, it's all love till a nigga get Killed
Play with me, I pop them like a pill, moving hot, they Tryna tell me chill
They be tryna watch my step, tryna keep up, but They out of breath
Be a man, say it with your chest, it's all right till a Nigga get left
Bet she pop a 30 like Percocets, lil bitch, get down And dirty she like Percy sex, chicken gimme turkey Neck
Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet
Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet
Dine with stars
Uncle Kenny told me once, you don't put enough Oomph, your pebble ain't going far
Fruity Pebble with the Netflix, daydreaming, icebox Left wrist, excuse me for reminiscing
Nowadays we like cowboys, Yosemite Sam shit, got The Glock strapped, national security
Got her laughing, so I know that she feeling me, call Me Dr. Evil, she on my mini-me
Raised, around killers, still ducking them felons
How you hate a nigga that should pretend to be Niggas, be pussy, meowing, literally, fuck
All enforcement for all of eternity, free Bookem, Free C
For all my niggas in the box, I'm blowing the prison, Fill the hall with straight
Three
And taking the Jake's on ah chase, tell the piggies Come get them, some, too raw
Straight G
So when I be up in the house, she wearing a Dunn-Dun-Dons, but no bitch can save me, uh
Flow retarded, re-read, uh
Food for thought, come eat G, uh
This shit for gang, disrespect the set, see your face In 3D, uh
Your words ain't the same, your loyalty changed, You think you're getting ah plate, G, uh
I spit from the pain, surviving the struggle, on cable Box, no TV, uh
Now I bring pizzas right up to your door, like what You ordered, that's me, uh
Syndicate, huh
Syndicate, who
Say it twice, it sound nice off your upper lip, I told Greedy cuh, fuck it, we double
It
Greedy, Greedy
Keep quiet, I been on some other shit, cause these Niggas be working for government
One bitch ain't enough for me, I had to double it
Fear no nigga, trust none, fuck a bitch, cause I know They out to get me
Christian brothers in a cup like titties, guns serve no Purpose in a crib, I got it
With me, huh
Betty's tucked like, who riding with me
Niggas ain't gang for real, it's all love till a nigga get Killed
Play with me, I pop them like a pill, moving hot, they Tryna tell me chill
They be tryna watch my step, tryna keep up, but They out of breath
Be a man, say it with your chest, it's all right till a Nigga get left
Bet she pop a 30 like Percocets, lil bitch, get down And dirty she like Percy sex, chicken gimme turkey Neck
Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet
Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet
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Writer(s): Malik Bradford-day, Rameik Rah
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