Double The Trouble lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo B & Miyaa V]
You know Borleone shot this sh*t
Boom
Graah
Bow Bow
It's Miyaa baby
Suck my di*k
Like, top 2 and I'm not 2, b*tch
Every opp f*ckin' shot (Graah)
Kenzo B

[Verse 1: Kenzo B]
And they can't say my name 'cause they don't wanna get up wit' me
b*tches know they can't let up wit' me
I'ma slide everytime, b*tches never outside
So, w-w-why the f*ck is they chattin'?
Don't gotta say it, we all know who rattin'
Old girl pus*y, don't know why she actin'
b*tches could link all they want
Told b*tches line it up, 'cuz on bro they is not with the action, like
W-w-where I start? Shani pus*y, don't know where the f*ck she got all of this heart
Miah been duckin' for months, can't come outsidе after five of them vidеos suckin' me up
Murda what? Mu-Murda shot
That b*tch a cap, she ain't come to my block
Three big dummies just givin' me top
And they suckin' so much, get to wipin' they snot, like
[Verse 2: Kenzo B]
I can tell they ain't on what I'm on
I-I-I-I-I can tell they don't really perform
Talk-talkin' on bro, I bet blood gettin' drawn
And I'm clickin' on b*tches 'til they can't respond
I don't gotta act up for the 'net
And I really don't gotta act bad for the clout
How-how-how we got beef and they don't wanna meet?
So why the f*ck them b*tches keep runnin' they mouth
I'm wit' Barmen, y'all know she gon' get up on 'em, I can't tell my demon not to shoot
Like, I can't make this sh*t up, all these b*tches is soft when we see 'em, but tough in the booth
Bit-bit-b*tches is worried 'bout me but goin' out sad
They don't wanna keep it in the streets
How they dissin' the gang and the side b*tches jackin' been goin' out bad
T-Te-Tell me that it's lit them b*tches not my opps, they on DOA di*k, graah
I'm a front street b*tch tryna show n*ggas I ain't your regular b*tch
Walk down gang, how the f*ck could I miss?
Me and Miyaa stay smokin' dead opps out the zip
b*tches talkin' hot, but they never did sh*t
And them b*tches is popped, me and my all b*tches gettin' rich

[Verse 3: Miyaa V]
Like, now let's really be honest
I'm-I'ma knock a b*tch out, that's a promise
When all these characters came out the closet?
Put three holes in her back like a socket
Back door open, b*tches better lock it
G-Lock on my hip, I'ma c*ck it (B-b-b-boom)
b*tches be feelin' theyselves, I be keepin' my cool, but these bum b*tches be outta pocket
I'ma keep movin' the smartest
Can't keep up, but I know these b*tches try they hardest
Takin' that risk cause tomorrow not promised
I'm the sh*t, but I try to be modest
Pretty as f*ck, yeah I look like a goddess
Keep a G, I'm not only an artist
Me and-me and Kenzo be f*ckin' it up wit' this rap sh*t
Watch how we show her who really the hottest
Like, this b*tch Shani a thot, you wanna be Gz, but f*ckin' the flocks
Murda cap in her songs, she not spinnin' no blocks
A-a-are you dumb, you not takin' no spot, like
b*tch from Boston but using our lingo, she a bird, she look like a flamingo
Not takin' orders from a b*tch, yeah I'm callin' the shots like I'm playin' some bingo
[Chorus: Kenzo B & Miyaa V]
And they can't say my name 'cuz they don't wanna get up wit' me
b*tches know they can't let up wit' me
I'ma slide everytime, b*tches never outside
So, w-w-why the f*ck is they chattin'?
Don't gotta say it we all know who rattin'
Old girl pus*y, don't know why she actin'
b*tches could link all they want
Told b*tches line it up, 'cuz on bro they is not with the action, like
Like, now let's really be honest
I'm-I'ma knock a b*tch out, that's a promise (Boom)
When all these characters came out the closet? (W-w-what the f*ck?)
Put three holes in her back like a socket (Graah)
Back door open, b*tches better lock it
G-Lock on my hip, I'ma c*ck it (B-b-b-boom)
b*tches be feelin' theyselves, I be keepin' my cool, but these bum b*tches be outta pocket (These b*tches shot)