Double Decker Lyrics

Yeah uh

Better listen bruh

Up the metal tupperware whippin kitchen stuff

Fuck the love fuck affairs fuck a bitch bruh

Switching sides talking shit you is sick bruh

Tell em sit back we go for a ride bitch I'm sweet like lemon peppers

All black switch up on the side with the drum like double decker

I got hoes all them kinds black and whites like it's checkers

All these hoes all these rats ima shred em like im shredder

Watch us pop out with the semis we gon pop em like some pop rocks

Thots on the corner yelling stop like the block hot

Tar under sun it get sticky like some slop top

Drop top that toppy top she lick me like a lollipop

Up in the club like Sam's

Kitty so wet she open like clams

Throwing it back on the beach in the sand

She liking it dirty I got it on cam

Triple text me that bitch been a spam

Everybody hit it including her fans

She like it on 4s in Chevy sedans

Fucking your bitch while counting a band

All in your head I belong there

That just shows you know how to listen

Ice be spicy with that munch

Munching it good I'm the chef in the kitchen

Like Steph curry shooting it deep

From the 3 like exhibition

Bitch be touring through the sheets like it be a competition

Bitch say cheese we chasing the cheddar

Pic with the grin we smoking on pressure

Slimy like bitches that fuck the professor

Teachers got sticks it comes with suppressors

All these beams they looking like sketchers

What a shame with lucky endeavors

Bag a band you think it's treasure

Ice be cold I need a sweater

Look at the top I'm climbing

Diamonds all pretty and wet like Poseidon

Diamonds all pretty and wet like vagina

Fuck the 5-0 he fucking a minor

Checks all spent receipts designer

Walk in the store we starting a fire

Local heads they sleep on me chop make you lean like a leaning recliner

Hole in your head like a tire

Bitch be dirty passed her date

All black fit my attire

Open casket no estate

You be creeping round the buyers one way ticket golden gate

Tryna rob the supplier catching hollows Golden Tate

Bitch I'm Myers machete I swing

Whipping a stang metal I swing

Glock 43 that bitch for the streets

Glock gon scream it's keeping the peace

5 percent rolling in peace

Like Kodak we roll in peace

Come on back and slide on the team

Come on back and slide on me