Double07 lyrics

[Intro]
(Only see sh*t, Four3va)
Huh, yeah (Mr. Never Gave a f*ck)
I'ma go to the opps' grave (Mr. Flippin' sh*t), 'bout to go take a p*ss on that sh*t, n*gga
On straight murder sh*t, b*tch, when you duckin', get up with us
Huh

[Verse]
Hate this New York sh*t, I cannot find me nothin' to eat in Brooklyn
b*tch, don't ask me sh*t, b*tch, I don't know, just know your heat is tooken
Got locked up with your pole, you seen police, why he didn't book it?
n*gga's partner been dead for a year, still ain't do sh*t, yeah, he so pus*y
n*ggas scared of this sh*t, every time we pop out, streets so shooken
We be fresh as f*ck, every time we pop out, we got every frеak b*tch lookin'
If I say somethin' to her, I bet I bе in every freak b*tch pus*y
Let Ru tryna hold your pole, she slimed him out 'cause he so rookie
n*gga, don't ever think you matter to me, lil' b*tch, I beat on bullies
n*gga, we dead for real, we slapped a blank and she on fully
Customized my stick, I put a handkerchief on the cookie
My bad, I forgot big bro was bangin' B's, a handkerchief on the bookie
Security said I can't bring the gun with me, said f*ck that sh*t, so I snuck it
That young n*gga an easy lick, I seen his car, so I pulled it
Got a problem with takin' n*ggas down, b*tch, I still would if I couldn't
Rich as f*ck, but I want his money, know damn well I would, but I shouldn't
Come here with some sh*t that we don't got, we takin' that sh*t, we some hoodlums
Some n*ggas just don't deserve it and most of these n*ggas be pus*y
Think you too big to get beat up, I'll hire lil' bro 'nem to hook 'em
12 think they tough, hit them blue lights, you know damn well that we shook 'em
Tried to up that lil'-ass blick, 7.62 knocked the heat out his hand
These so-called opps don't be on sh*t, sometimes, I think they be playin'
Go up in the kitchen, ain't got no Glock, b*tch, you'll get beat with a pan
She hate a n*gga like me, fly away after I skeet, RB Peter Pan
069, 1017, but DST be the clan
Everybody know what that sh*t mean, but DSB be the brand
Gotta pay a fee to get next to me, you gotta pay G 'nem a grand
Hide your dip, my 17 best you ever seen, this b*tch tan
Huh, huh, try to stay away from half killers
All my killers got both feet in, no, I can't f*ck with half n*ggas
If I can't get to him myself, I bet that f*ckin' bag get him
Retarded n*gga behind the wheel, 'bout my respect, I crash, n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch-ass n*gga
Last n*gga played with this sh*t, I bet you his ass got hit up, n*gga, I'll bet you this, n*gga
I ain't even gon' say too much
Y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on, we gon' keep steppin' on y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas, stop playin', yeah