Double Dutch Lyrics

I said this Glocky in my pants won't make you dance it make you double dutch

They can talk down all they want but niggas know that they can't fuck with us

It's wocky in my double cup mixed green with the Trish I'm dumb as fuck

Get a blunt then RKelly the shit watch how I light it up

Who sale horses I'm tryna buy one can't go to the club in a white one

Hellcat 45 that's my gun big pretty white runtz in my lungs

I'm comfortable I'm outside of your hood without my stick

I wanna bring them drums out but oops ain't been on shit

I just sent a note to my hitman hope your name ain't on that list

Once I pay the man ain't no take backs he on a hunt and he won't quit

I'm on my big boss shit tell the truth and you might live

It'll be a real shame they find yo head inside the fridge

I'm drippin' hard go wipe me down I'm the king they want my crown

I'm the boss and you can never take my spot you fuckin' clowns

I fell asleep in all my jewelry I woke up and damn near drowned

I threw suppressor on the ARP now it don't make a sound

He said he shootin' shit what? a movie clip these niggas ain't been on shit

That's my last pint I don't feel right I need to go bust that script

Took the prezi off put Milli on it upgraded my wrist

I can tell you rode the short bus if you think about takin' this

Two FNs just like a dolphin up and blew it don't do no talkin

I'm the reason niggas look over they shoulder when they walk

I'm on the pad and this my block I'm the boss and bitch you not

I'm just playin' with this shit wait till I give it all I got

I'm in the lab like Sid the Science Kid cookin' up whatever I feel

I done ran out of perks and adderall had to find me another pill

That's the last pint out that cabinet had to find me another seal

I want everybody with they mask on before we hop out on this drill

If it's disrespect we don't retaliate with no words we up our poles

I'm a distributor ion break down I be sellin' that shit whole

Big Versace on my robe Gucci print inside my rolls

Man this shit ain't happen yet bro I'm just thinkin' about my goals

I'm off a yeah don't get me started I'm high as fuck bitch where my car

I brung that choppa just to rock out like a band it's my guitar

I done lost my train of thought fucked around and forgot my bars

Why you runnin' from these hollow tips? Your ass won't make it far