Double Cup Lyrics

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)

Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)

Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)

I get it flashing like a photo booth

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)

Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)

Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)

I get it flashing like a photo booth

Let me just count up these benjamins

I get you wiped with no evidence

I get the white on the low

Pay for the drop on your lo'

Then im gon creep with my zo'

I push the za im not pushin no molly rock'

Bitch acting flaw so i hit with a molly wop

Bitch out of line so im making her body rock

Now im of another shot like its mardi gras

Know i rep ftg thats the monogram

Step to me with lil me on the sonogram

Come around me cus' that bitch is a minute maid

She suckin' on me but she loving another man

Livin my life saying fuck bout the government

I might just go on the run no recovery

I might just up on the gun leave you stuttering

taking your life leave yo mama just wondering

I fit it in like a puzzle piece

I'm flying in like a bumble bee

Aye this bitch love to say that she done with me

Bangin' my line and she Hillary Duff'in me

Bring the backend then ima double it

Half of these bitches would fumble it

And this lean got me stumblin'

But fuckin i'm pourin' that tris'

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)

Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)

Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)

I get it flashing like a photo booth

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)

Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)

Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)

I get it flashing like a photo booth

Trappin, young jhit like im chief keef

And this bitch you know this bitch is always freaky

Hittin' the spot with the gang

Bitch tryna flex put a shot in his brain

I took a shot and i'm endin' yo day

Turn yo whole block into a gun range

I ain't gon' stop until i'm getting paper

Still its fuck you to my haters

Bih' like fuck you were my favorite

But a bitch try to fuck with my paper

Yeah bih' like fuck you i hate her

I ain't een' gon' front the bitch loved the paper

I ain't een' tryna fuck bitch just taste it

Just want my activist no chaser

(slatt)