Double Cup lyrics

[Chorus]
Double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
Big Glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
Turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

[Bridge]
Yeah we keep that pipe on, I just tell em right on
Catch you one and stretch you one, dont stop until his life gone
I just threw back two of em, Just to turn my lighter on
Jiggin out my body ima turn up til the night gone

[Verse 1]
Catch you one n stretch you one, pop me one n flex me one
Dirty b*tch can't get no play my b*tches up [?]
40. Glock my favorite gun, this b*tch herе a special one
Switch on the back this b*tch, you play lil b*tch n im gon blеss me one
Im lil trench i can get it done, [?] straight n zip me one
f*cked up like my mama, say lil mama, Im Ms. Crystal son
Drank that syrup like [?], broke her neck, won't clap her buns
I just need a bad b*tch to suck my di*k until i c*m
Say the word b*tch and watch, we come
Bow, b*tch, take your lick, unt unt, dont f*ckin run
Stop all that faking you ain't never shot no f*ckin gun
Lemme take my belt off b*tch n whoop you like my f*cking son
[Chorus]
Double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
Big Glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
Turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

[Bridge]
Yeah we keep that pipe on, I just tell em right on
Catch you one and stretch you one, dont stop until his life gone
I just threw back two of em, [?] turn my lighter on
Jiggin out my body ima turn up til the night gone

[Verse 2]
b*tch im jiggin out my body, rolling harder than yo potna
f*ck yo potna, im wit my potna, we got choppas, they can't stop us
Smoke a opp pack this that ganja, fill a backwood up with oppas
Come through drippin in designer, you can't see me with binoculars
We steady hollin' f*ck the coppas, they won't jam us up
They had to get behind me, ain't no stoppin
Im gon do the dash n gas it up
b*tch dont ask whats in my pocket, you can't get nothin but a batch of nut
You know a n*gga got it, but i pretend like i ain't have nothin
Cause i can't give a b*tch nothin, but i can give a n*gga bullets
Got plenty shooters, plenty iron, tryna pop ya top, knock off ya hoodie
Got beaucoup ho's, they super fine, with pretty skin, and pretty pus*y
Got alot of opps but them n*ggas dyin, treat em like my b*tch, them n*ggas pus*y
[Chorus]
Double cup my styrofoam, spit fye through that microphone
sh*ttin on all my haters, they say i need to put a diaper on
Big Glock is my firearm, send shots where the opps roam
Turnt up on a b*tch, them n*ggas mad because they not on

[Bridge]
Yeah we keep that pipe on, I just tell em right on
Catch you one and stretch you one, dont stop until his life gone
I just threw back two of em, Just to turn my lighter on
Jiggin out my body ima turn up til the night gone