Double Cup lyrics

[Sample Hook]
Look soda in my cup look like the mist every time I roll up. Dipping pimping on the scene in a candy paint machine, hella yellow bone boppers on my team

[Verse 1] Lope Dope

(LDC GANG)

It's Lope f*cking Dope I'm about to go up off the top, (Lope)
It's Lope f*cking Dope I got the dope in my pocket. (Big Lope)
Dope in the trunk pack the heat when I'm walking real '96 gang sh*t. ('96 boy!)
Yuh, I smoke the Backwoods, Dutchies, Swishes whatever. (All that!)
RIP my boy BGD he served me the pressure. (GUCCI!)
Hit yo b*tch on the first night I met her, I'm switching them digits yea as soon as I left her. (Call my number!)
Loccing in the parking lot, I'm with Dillinger (gang)
She spilled that wock then I'm selling her
I got a bag of gas it's on the regular (regular!)
I smoke a pound of dope on the regular (the regular!)
I remember I used to smoke them eighths of the regular (the regular)
f*ck that sh*t! We got them flavors here
I got the bag of cake and I roll it at the bank, then I skate
I roll off on yo bae today. (skrrrrr)
I post up in Texas, shout-out to LA
I flew out one day just to get away from the bullsh*t
Shout-out yo b*tch I bet she call for the pool stick
Yo b*tch want that new D
I got the Off-White that Louis, that Gucci that Subie, you newbie
You know that we pour up the mucus. (ugh ugh!)
But I thought that you knew this
Got a bag full of p's and yo P serving that bullsh*t
Them P's serve them fiends they got them beams f*ck you mean
I got yo b*tch with me, she want that di*k what you mean?
She want the sushi, them point five's of that Lucy
You looking like lil rat boy I'll take that bat bust yo kneecap
f*ck that baseball blunt full of that thraxx
She gon give that neck first, LDC since day one I'm putting in work
That soda in my double cup I pour that sh*t up
We don't want what's in yo cup
[Sample Hook]
Look soda in my cup look like the mist every time I roll up. Dipping pimping on the scene in a candy paint machine, hella yellow bone boppers on my team

[Verse 2] CHRIST DILLINGER

I get so high like I got wings
If I pull that b*tch out then that b*tch gonna sing
Come through with the beam it's gonna sting
If I stand on my cash I'mma look like Yao Ming
I wonder what my mama done seen?
Caught me at 19 but I been doing lean
Mixing the prometh with codeine
I never held up a cup for a scene
The lean the percs the drank
Run up a check and I'm hitting the bank
Run up on us and we leaving you stank
Smoking on gas I might smoke the whole tank
I spent 300 on a line of Tris man f*ck it I'm a drug addict
We outside the palace we matching our Patek's
I'm high as an addict I'm high in an attic
I'm paying full price f*ck a discount
Ain't want me then? b*tch you missed out
My wrist shine like a lighthouse
Sippin real lean not dark stout
This FN might hit through the fence
She never f*cked in the Benz
This cup in my hand my best friend
Keeping it real I don't gotta pretend
Sippin on green you not sippin on red
Christ he doesn't talk to the feds
Run up a 100 bands tell me where at again