DOUBLE DEE lyrics

Ay CJ!

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
Bout 4, 5 crips when we hop out the whip
Bi-Big ass choppa double dee's on the tips
Lil n*gga been this way ever since I was a jit
Sa-Said they gonna get me but the first once hit
[?] with shipments and lows
Show love to my brothers that show me street code
Ca-Catch me on the block b*tch I'm posted on my own
Doubled up on my money why you askin for loans?
Now that b*tch got owned she got dogged out
I don't give a f*ck n*gga whatchu talk about
Big .223 b*tch I'm from the damn south
n*gga know me when I grew up gun down
[?] on the beat b*tch I go do my dance
Big body n*gga but he don't got no stance
I don't really give a f*ck beat his ass and his mans
All my n*gga know me cause I robbed him for his bands

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[Verse 2: .223Jerm]
b*tch I lеt my chain swang right before my waist
Yo b*tch can't complain cause I always hit a face
I don't really give a f*ck cause she give me 3rd base
Yeah my n*ggas know me when I come up yeah his body no trace
Glock 9 millimeter it go far range
n*gga know me I come up like orangutan
But [?] clips for you muthaf*ckin monkeys
The way I do it when I shoot up that junkies
Bust that
Now that b*tch gone bust fast
I don't really give a f*ck now I [?]
I just put that sh*t right on her damn back
n*ggas [?] for a damn sack
I don't give a f*ck b*tch I need my ski mask
Pop em in the shield when I pop em then I go fast
n*gga talkin sh*t so I pulled up on his whole ass
Said he with the gang so I pull up with the whole clan
I don't need a gun lil b*tch I just throw hands
Chop a n*gga body up put him in a trash can
[Verse 3: Sadfriendd]
n*gga think he hard so I put him in a [?]
b*tch I got bombs like muthaf*ckin [?] man
Bag bag
Imma turn a n*gga to a [?]
Mad man
Imma beat that n*gga with a [?]
b*tch I'm rockin grills all you n*ggas rockin foil
This automatic cook a n*gga like I'm tryna make em boil
And if he didn't want the smoke I got the vape and the coil
This automatic pop a n*gga like a muthaf*ckin [?]
Like wait imma pop a n*gga like a pimple
That's simple
Imma put the pistol to your dimple
Big f*ckin dog Mike Vick no pitbull
b*tch I'm slidin with a stick and it came with a kick four
And if a n*gga talkin sh*t then he gone get [?]
[?] big sh*t these bullets make a n*gga doin kickflips
Misfit [?]
I got a big stick that hit that b*tch in her face

Um quick disclaimer I'm not actually a woman beater
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[Verse 4: Sadfriendd]
He-He a faggot like that boy ate a glizzy
These hollow tips gone hit that pus*y n*gga now he dizzy
And if a n*gga need that work then he can get it in a jiffy
Yeah these n*ggas think they hard but who the f*ck these n*ggas dissing?
Po-Posted up with Jerm cause my n*ggas never missing
But if a n*gga movin funny then that n*gga goin missing
I had to-I had to hide the body cause I heard that n*gga b*tching
Throwin bullets at these n*ggas like I'm really good at pitching
[Outro: Sadfriendd]
Ayo shoutout Jerm
Shoutout saber gang
Shoutout RVR3
Alright I'm out