Double Cs lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)

[Chorus]
Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
f*cked a lil' b*tch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm Curry, shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I f*cked up the money soon as it got made (f*ck that sh*t up)
I f*ck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, b*tch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, got karate kick (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't sh*t (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was f*cked up in apartments (I was f*cked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' the narcs in
Trappin' double c's from Calder to Clarkson

[Verse]
Gotta stay down, you n*ggas ain't no hustlers
Thot b*tch, gotta f*ck her, can't cuff her (b*tch)
Mix the mid wit' the gas and shuffle
Gas bags and a scale, necessities
I never tell, not even the recipes (Shh)
If you switched up, don't even stand next to me (pus*y ass)
Find out he stole, get murdered, accessory (Kill 'em)
You a peon, talkin' 'bout [?] bless me
No job, go to work
I cut the dope like a verse (Cut it)
Throw a party on that pus*y like smurf
Let me in the club wit' strap and Miss Butterworth
Slim thick, baby girl, that'll work (That'll work)
Ha, pus*y ass nigas need skirts (pus*y)
Yeah, I take the order like Clerks (What you want?)
I f*ck her off of the Percs (Yeah)
I found a plug, made it work
Heard you ran off, stupid ass n*gga (Stupid ass n*gga)
49's like I'm in San Francisco (Ha)
I'm in New York wit' a [?]
Two different Draco's, they identical
Jumped on a plane to L.A, I had three straps (Three straps)
Back like I'm CeeLo, I'm rollin' like [?]
I'on really do no talkin' like my phone tapped (I ain't talk)
[?] country n*gga, gotta make a long cap (Country n*gga)
[Chorus]
Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
f*cked a lil' b*tch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm Curry, shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I f*cked up the money soon as it got made (f*ck that sh*t up)
I f*ck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, b*tch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, I could ride a [?] (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't sh*t (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was f*cked up in apartments (I was f*cked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' the narcs in
Trappin' double c's from Calder to Clarkson