Double It ft. GreedyRah Lyrics

Uh, shit, luh, luh, I fuck with bitches driving foreign Cars, I can teach you something come and

Dine with stars

Uncle Kenny told me once, you don't put enough Oomph, your pebble ain't going far

Fruity Pebble with the Netflix, daydreaming, icebox Left wrist, excuse me for reminiscing

Nowadays we like cowboys, Yosemite Sam shit, got The Glock strapped, national security

Got her laughing, so I know that she feeling me, call Me Dr. Evil, she on my mini-me

Raised, around killers, still ducking them felons

How you hate a nigga that should pretend to be Niggas, be pussy, meowing, literally, fuck

All enforcement for all of eternity, free Bookem, Free C

For all my niggas in the box, I'm blowing the prison, Fill the hall with straight

Three

And taking the Jake's on ah chase, tell the piggies Come get them, some, too raw

Straight G

So when I be up in the house, she wearing a Dunn-Dun-Dons, but no bitch can save me, uh

Flow retarded, re-read, uh

Food for thought, come eat G, uh

This shit for gang, disrespect the set, see your face In 3D, uh

Your words ain't the same, your loyalty changed, You think you're getting ah plate, G, uh

I spit from the pain, surviving the struggle, on cable Box, no TV, uh

Now I bring pizzas right up to your door, like what You ordered, that's me, uh

Syndicate, huh

Syndicate, who

Say it twice, it sound nice off your upper lip, I told Greedy cuh, fuck it, we double

It

Greedy, Greedy

Keep quiet, I been on some other shit, cause these Niggas be working for government

One bitch ain't enough for me, I had to double it

Fear no nigga, trust none, fuck a bitch, cause I know They out to get me

Christian brothers in a cup like titties, guns serve no Purpose in a crib, I got it

With me, huh

Betty's tucked like, who riding with me

Niggas ain't gang for real, it's all love till a nigga get Killed

Play with me, I pop them like a pill, moving hot, they Tryna tell me chill

They be tryna watch my step, tryna keep up, but They out of breath

Be a man, say it with your chest, it's all right till a Nigga get left

Bet she pop a 30 like Percocets, lil bitch, get down And dirty she like Percy sex, chicken gimme turkey Neck

Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet

Yeah, they call me Greedy, they ain't serve me yet