Double R Boyz Lyrics

(You ain't hear this new Nikhil?)

Double R, I ain't really rich yet

We them double R boys, pull up make your bitch wet (Huh? Huh?)

Heard your man a rapper, bro ain't even gotta hit yet (Nah)

Pull up house party, now he don't know where his bitch went

Your bitch Aliza Janed, the whole gang then you kissed that

You're going to have to send a hundred thousand get your bitch back

He ain't want to scrap, that's all cool we'll get your bitch whacked

Said he dropped a tape, Ben Simmons think I missed that type shit

Double R, pull up with some dirty in my cup

I can't fuck a bitch for free, need a thirty when I nut

No bitch spiking me, this a perky in my cup (Huh?)

Drunk a half, in the A, this shit blurry I'm like what?

Double R 4L, yeah these all my brothers from the sandbox (Huh?)

Grimace in my cup, heard you sipping on some shamrock

Heard you sipping Uncle O'Grimacy I can't fuck with Unc (Nope)

Black and white kicks no panda this a chunky duck

Heard you took the hoe to Ritz, so I took her to Saralago

Double R, feeling F1 how I'm swerving potholes (Skrt)

You took her to Ruth's, we got Lunas to get some tacos

Ran up on him, took his fifteen like I'm Alvarado (Give me that shit!)

Every hoe I been with still think that my name Apa

My nine only fucking on dudes I got a gay choppa

Desert Eagle stop your-, fuck

Desert Eagle stop your car in its tracks, it's a wraith stopper

Mad they couldn't get the sauce right, it's the boss life

Twenty bands, threw it on her ass it was an off night

Van Dyke with the Off-White, Supreme velour now

Back to back checks, looking like we out on tour now

Push your main bitch out the door now, heard you poor now

Heard you mad your bitch be out here acting like a whore now

Jumping out the porch now (Boom)

You like fifty-five, Shawn Kemp with the .40 shoot like I got fifty lives

Heard you got a bag but you lost it

Heard you left your Migos in the dirt like you Offset

Takeoff in the Lamb to Saks Fifth this ain't Stock X

Lobbed the opps head in the field had to moss that, Double R bitch, damn

Double R, bitch I'm from the suburbs I ain't act tough (Boom)

Fuck a City Girl, kick her ass out if she act up

Brown pop, poured a two deuce now it's blacked up

Big body Benz, give 'em hell if I'm gassed up

Double R, I ain't really rich yet

We them double R boys, pull up make your bitch wet (Huh? Huh?)

Heard your man a rapper, bro ain't even gotta hit yet (Nah)

Pull up house party, now he don't know where his bitch went

Your bitch Aliza Janed, the whole gang then you kissed that

You're going to have to send a hundred thousand get your bitch back

He ain't want to scrap, that's all cool we'll get your bitch whacked

Said he dropped a tape, Ben Simmons think I missed that type shit