Shotz from the Double Glock lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Pouya and Nell 'bout to put a spell
On you mothaf*ckin' haters, sendin' 'em straight to Hell
Man, I cannot tell you how hard we work on this music
Not a b*tch, I don't even flirt
Yeah, she open her skirt and let me slide right in
Not f*ckin this b*tch, I'm f*ckin some twins
From the start to the end, I'm goin' in

[Verse 2: Nell]
Put the skrilla on the table, I make it in an instant
Chasin' paper, I got these n*ggas hatin' from a distance
Spit crack when it lifted, miss me if it ain't business
You don't know who your friends is
'Til you puttin' them years in
But I'm bout of the millions
Might run down, be in your town like a pilgrim
New Era game, Apes up in the mothaf*ckin' buildin'

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Spittin' that fire like cigarette packs
b*tches they know that we all about stacks
f*ck 'em and leave 'em, and never come back
You fiendin' for di*k like they fiendin' for crack
Up in the street, Nell, get the MAC-10
Problems, we solvin' 'em fast
Suck on my di*k and kiss on my ass
Ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan
The thicker the pus*y, the fatter the ass
The haters want beef, but I'm bringin' them back
All of you haters are so f*ckin wack
Shout out to Nell for gettin' this track
Upon the map, I don't f*ck with rats
I'm runnin' this sh*t like you runnin' in track
You talkin' that sh*t, I'ma give you a smack
We come to yo' crib and we eat all yo' snacks
[Verse 4: Nell]
Back on the scene, chasin' the dream
Movin' that green, pourin' the lean
Pointin' the beam, scope on the top
Bullets gon' fling and bodies gon' drop
Y'all ain't f*ckin with MAC-10
MAC-10 go to clappin' in black land, what's happenin'?
Bad b*tch on my mattress
Strip her then kick her from outta the crib
Hit from the back and I'm catchin' the grip
Hittin' the spliff, this how I live
Pouya, tell 'em b*tches what it is

[Verse 5: Pouya]
f*ckin, I'm buckin', and haters be duckin'
'Cause you know I'm bustin' and f*ckin' it up
I dont give a f*ck, I'm spittin' these bars and these lyrics all up in a rush
I got a crush on the paper stacks
Get on my cash and get from my ass
Told that b*tch to kiss my ass
She a ho, so I pass her ass to my homies
No food at the crib so I guess its bread and baloney
b*tches phony, don't f*ck with the four bad b*tches on me

[Verse 6: Nell]
Bad b*tch, no shirt, f*ck hoes, get blow
Spittin' this flame when I'm lit off the dro
Kickin' like this 'cause this what I know
You n*ggas gay and I'm hittin' it so
f*ckin' her fast and then I get slow
Grippin' the TEC and hittin' yo' neck
We livin' in cheques and I'm from the four
[Verse 7: Pouya]
Hittin' my flow, but what do ya know, I'm 'bout my dough
I'm sendin' an assassin to your front door
Keepin' it low-key, talkin' to me? MIA where I be
f*ck with me, not my condos, gas in the whip so I can't go far
Don't laugh at my plans and meet my demands
Hoes on my di*k, don't you understand?

[Outro: Nell, Pouya & Denzel Curry]
Ayy, follow me @N3_LL
Follow me @PouyalilPou with no followers, f*ck you
Denzel get fat hoes