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Double R's
Eighteen, eighteen, b*t*h
Y'all know what the f**k goin' on
Y'all know we really run this sh*t
Yup
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Yup

Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get them all, reimburse them then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in trap, flippin' work in

Remember the days I ran on the ten speed
Now your boy up in a Bentley
I ain't energetic, but wait till you see them new VV
They ain't gonna want me on TV
Blamin' burg, riches like Stevie D
n***as can't see me, they may makin', wanna be me
Posted the drip, now yo' b*t*h hidin' out, come and see me
Gave her good d**k 'cause she pee-pee
These n***as hoes, catch him in traffic, they Drake and I bet on the low
Tryna get rich, that's the goal
But these n***as textin' my gang, so I'ma expose them
Know he don't really want smoke
Said that he gangster, but see for a tinted-like hoes
f**k yo' big dawg, he a ho
I jump on that f**k sh*t, he tellin' the Tell-A-Lino
We get 'em in for the low
My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store
They done f**ked up, and freed Ghost
One step on his shoe, I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the flo'
f**k all that internet posts
A hundred, some shots in the corner, his ass gettin' Ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor
The junkies, they runnin' in, after the swing in the door
I hit the plug for a boat
Finesse and make jugs on the low, outta realest of low
Wait 'til I ice out my throat and ice up my wrists
And put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money
Backends, I serve you a load of my show
The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it
In trouble, he leaking he gone come out to go
But nah, I'm really just sayin
n***as out here pullin' humbles and think they the man
These n***as makin' these diss songs
Get you in the end zone, get glizzied up on you and your mans
Make your b*t*h eat up the drip
Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip
Plug gave me up on the flip
Deposit the profit in, when I go make me a flip
Might have to meet on the ship
I'm on the island, the Patek, the plug on the blimp
I can't see none of these shrimps
Big shark in the water
Immediately, n***as can't swim
You see the "F" on the rims
I'm the car, do the dash with a b*t*h, nah, it Kim
Drippin' sauna, might make a spill
Might make a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steal
My youngin, he fresh off a kill
f**k all that talkin', you ready to do him a drill
Boy you ain't not for real
All that tough talkin', you had a big gun off the pill
You the same n***as that campin' on bodies, they don't got no will, you ain't got no kill
I'm the same n***a that post up with choppas and wait on you b*t*hes to come do a drill, b*t*h

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