Double Team lyrics

[Lul KP]
[?]
Yeah I told them when we hop out this slow
Beat they bucket up
Boutta put a fully on this Glock bet it lift them up
n*ggas knowing not to play, we gon set it up
You can probably catch me on your block with my semi tucked
All that n*gga heard was fap fap
Ain’t no where to run
2a3 ain’t even tryna funk n*gga where yo gun?
n*ggas tripping if I ain’t strapped than I ain’t in the club
f*ck around put him on that bench, heard they need that sub
I just met a thick red-bone tryna have my son
All you heard was [clap-clap-clap] then I gotta run
I just hit the road at 6am and made another dub
Told her I ain’t getting in that load I ain’t going for nun
(On god)
Up the chop we gon really take his face off
n*gga I ain’t dying in Atlanta, I ain’t Takеoff
If we spinnin in that Benz take thе roof off
I ain’t even said 5 words and her top off
Yeah, We gon get money forever
sh*t, I’m perfect with them edgers
Smooth moving I’m too clever
But I’m finna do it better, I spent 2000 on a sweater
Freak b*tch love giving head she said it make her wetter
I be running through the type of weight y’all see on TV
The opps put that sh*t in sport mode when they see me
I let the stick hit his b*tch glocky called it EV
We selling gas 24/7 b*tch I’m BP
[Rmc Mike]

[?] did the diamond in my chain made it 3D
We raising all bullies, If I tell them they gon eat, eat
We had the game on lock for 2 years let’s do a 3peat
PLR got a 100 on it, it like to street sweep
Rio popped a n*gga first I told his ass pass the Glock
He didn’t even see that sh*t coming it’s a magic shot
Lean drinker poured a 6 of wock need to add some pop
Suck a di*k then bust on her face, f*ck if she mad or not
Ghettoboyz b*tch we running city and they really annoyed
I could have 30000 on me and won’t even show it
Super charger on that 6.4 you can hear the motor
f*ck my n*gga b*tch then pay for expensive closure
Gucci head to hoe everything cost a stack or more
He bought a hit pint but didn’t know it cause I smacked a 4
He tried to drop a deuce in a 2 litre, bro add some more
We finna go sit down for a minute so he passed the [?]

[Lul KP]

My Glock came with 30 ain’t no stock, It’s a di*k in it
If he try and slide in that truck then we flipping it
I got a 4 in this cup and i’m sipping it
You say it’s up then it’s stuck then I’m tripping it
n*gga, I had a dream like I’m Martin Luther
Glocky on me in the class like a school shooter
I just put some titties on a chop it should work at Hooters
17 in high school but im f*cking cougars
f*ck a handout I’ll get it out the mud
They hit him in the chest and fill his t-shirt with blood
You lame n*ggas need to get a gun
I ain’t even a rapper so you can hit me for the bud