Double it ft. PGE PESOS Lyrics

Let my name come out his mouth I bet he never speak again

Feel like 50 when its beef cause I put fear in many men

You ain't a op you just a fan don't make me say that shit again

Cause I ain't never seen a gangster run away with gun in hand

I ain't never seen no real hitter run off on his mans

You need to tell these folks the truth like how I taxed you for the mids

Ain't wanna let you in the whip because you always smelled like piss

He just a lil crippled bitch I'm bout to tell it how it is

You sent pictures of yo ? and you knew she was a kid?

I'm bout to kill yo ass myself cause I can't lie that got me sick

You thought ? was ya bro he gave the addy to yo shit

Pussy boy this bag I got ah get you popped up like a zit

Next time you see yo mama tell her suck my dick with spit

Yeah I'm really with all that drama cause I know how to use the stick

I would take him for a joke but I don't take that boy for shit

He got no stripes just a limp but I still call that boy a crip

I ain't got no paperwork but I still call that boy a fed

I'm big bro to you bitch don't make me smack you in yo head

Tom Brady with this blicky I got used to throwing lead

Mike Tyson with the cup I pour Sprite and beat it red

I'm knowing you a fan you used to ask to shoot my videos

I'm knowing that you nasty what diseases you done gave the hoes

E-man fed yo goofy ass for years what you paid him for?

We eating over here I couldn't count the shit I gave the bros

Why he talking on the net like he a tough guy pussy watch yo tone

I set traps up in the crib for when they hit this shit like Home Alone

Right now you got a soul don't let me turn you to a bag of bones

He J.Cole with this shit he'll probably double it and pass it on

Bro just give me McDouble and Perky I'll go past his home

The chest rig holdin extra clips in case the shootout lastin long

The opps been on some weird shit they getting bored at home

When I pull up let the bullets crash the glass like a power forward

Or a center they know peso he a menace

If he in my way he cooked I gotta make it home by dindin

I'm not surprised that you a bitch your idol probably Bruce Jenner

You just don't got the balls to come out the closet be straight with us

R.I.P. to bro who died on the pill but I laced niggas

Half of y'all not worth a bullet if we talking bout the opps

Just know I saved them from them whoopins

Soon as he sit down Think it's cool

That's when I blow like Whoopi Cushion

These niggas toten baby bookin so

What did you think was gonna happen when they turned adult

This PGE shit more than a movement word to bros its a cult

Cause every nigga in this shit done spilt blood for this

Just like a lesbian couple you hear me saying fuck the fist

Brodie he just popped out with binary he don't wanna switch

Fuck skydiving I got hella opps up on my bucket list

How the fuck you screaming play ball and scored a bucket when?

He fucking made his own bed I'm finna tuck him in