Double C ft. J Don & Carson Arkade Lyrics

Pull up with má fucking gang

Pull up with má fucking gang

Pull up with má fucking gang

Pull up with má fucking gang

Pull up with má fucking gang

Yea your little bitch I am

Pull up with má fucking gang

Yea your little bitch I am breesh

Pull up with má fucking gang

Ye ye

Pull up with má fucking gang

Ye ye

That bitch she got me for some mother fucking double C

Got me for some double C

I'm in a rolls royce truck and you know I'm rolling P's

And you know little bitch I'm geeked

It don't make no sense

It don't make no má fucking sense

My boy got AR ten's

And you know we got the fucking tech

Hold up bitch I'm wearing Nike yes yes yes yes yes

Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye

Oh shit I spilled my drink three hunnit down the fucking drain

Some shit I can not say

Some shit I fucking can not say

My niggas got keys

So you know we don't má fucking play

Some she I can't say some shit that I can't say

Shit what did he just say it's me and j nav coming next

Shoot you in your head so niggas know we don't miss

I don't know what I did wrong but I feel so sick

So much diamonds on my neck I think this shit frozen

Balling like de rozan

Oh my God we rolling

She just start assuming think she learning from my old bitch

I just spent a hunnit on a fit who said I need friends

Brain is going crazy think I need some new shit

That's thirty on my wallet

Bout eighty in my pocket

So much fuck money I'm just young so I be wylin

And everybody knows I be hanging with the mobbers

If he talking crazy then we send him to the doctors

Smoke him like some ganga

Dreds in like a Rasta

Now we eating good you see my nigga eating lobster

Everybody knows you ain't really gonna shoot

If he keep on talking crazy then I send him to the moon

That bitch she got me for some mother fucking double C

Got me for some double C

I'm in a rolls royce truck and you know I'm rolling P's

And you know little bitch I'm geeked

It don't make no sense

It don't make no má fucking sense

My boy got AR ten's

And you know we got the fucking tech

Hold up bitch I'm wearing Nike yes yes yes yes yes

Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye

Oh shit I spilled my drink three hunnit down the fucking drain

Some shit I can not say

Some shit I fucking can not say

My niggas got keys

So you know we don't má fucking play

Some she I can't say some shit that I can't say

Oh shit I spilled my drink but this shit more like thirty k

Chunky dunky on the feet and thick bitch Layin in the bed

Sending less then seventeen boy you prob used to losing bets

Bitch you think I'm playing shooting fifty like a fucking vet

Make em talk ventriloquist

Your shawty call me mister

She sucked on my dick you kissed her

I think that her name was Melissa

She ballin' I think that the shawty get caught up in and ones

I bust like a handgun

And now I got fandome

I got some fan dome

I think she bugging out you know that I can't go

She wanna go on the second date

Bitch no I'm not paying forty for steak

And she gon look at my eyes and say that it feel fake

It is fake

No mistakes

It's high rates

And my flights is so private

Bitch I might get

A fort and empty it all your bitches big titties

And I'm snorting didas off them bitties like the sixty

Ricky running running quickly

Shoot him in his back it's tricky

And She gon make it so sticky

Slatt like slime like thug like free him

Bitch ain't nobody wanna be

Hop in the mufucking V ho

Cooking like mufucking c note