DOUBLE DEE lyrics

[Intro]
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, what you 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

[Interlude]
Play this rеcord- as frequently as possible

[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 motherf*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 motherf*ckin' [?]
Bag, bag
I'ma turn a n*gga to a [?]
Mad man
I'ma 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 motherf*ckin' [?]
Like wait, i'ma pop a n*gga like a pimple
That's simple
I'ma 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 gon' 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

[Interlude]
Um, quick disclaimer, I'm not actually a woman beater
Alright, bring it back

[Verse 4: Sadfriendd]
He-He a faggot like that boy ate a glizzy
These hollow tips gon' 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