Double XX Lyrics

Double XX yeah I got a scope I aim it at your chest

Gotta flex, all I ever see is commas in my checks

No stress, everyday I wake up bitch I'm feeling blessed

Gotta rest, bitch I'm feeling tired but I'm still the best

Twenty-Four thousand I spend on your hoe and I put on a show

Twenty-Four thousand yeah shout out to Kobe cuz he Twenty-Four

Fuck all the straps Imma hack all your shit are you ready for war

I feel like SWAT cuz I'm pulling up and I'm blowing down your door

Double XX yeah I got a scope I aim it at your chest

Gotta flex, all I ever see is commas in my checks

No stress, everyday I wake up bitch I'm feeling blessed

Gotta rest, bitch I'm feeling tired but I'm still the best

Twenty-Four thousand I spend on your hoe and I put on a show

Twenty-Four thousand yeah shout out to Kobe cuz he Twenty-Four

Fuck all the straps Imma hack all your shit are you ready for war

I feel like SWAT cuz I'm pulling up and I'm blowing down your door

Pull up in an all black fit I feel like Lone

Pull up to the club my neck on froze

Yeah I got a bitch her back expose

Interrupt me I smack that hoe

I got more straps than a lesbian couple

Bitch I'm not Westbrook I'm hitting three doubles

I feel like Herro I ball in a bubble

I make a bag and flip it to double

Aka in this bitch

Got like twenty on my wrist

Roll a pack in a bliss

Yeah she's feigning for a kiss

Cheese got holes, yeah no swiss

You afraid to get dissed

Shot his shot, and you missed

Diamonds wet like the mist

Double XX yeah I got a scope I aim it at your chest

Gotta flex, all I ever see is commas in my checks

No stress, everyday I wake up bitch I'm feeling blessed

Gotta rest, bitch I'm feeling tired but I'm still the best

Twenty-Four thousand I spend on your hoe and I put on a show

Twenty-Four thousand yeah shout out to Kobe cuz he Twenty-Four

Fuck all the straps Imma hack all your shit are you ready for war

I feel like SWAT cuz I'm pulling up and I'm blowing down your door

Double XX yeah I got a scope I aim it at your chest

Gotta flex, all I ever see is commas in my checks

No stress, everyday I wake up bitch I'm feeling blessed

Gotta rest, bitch I'm feeling tired but I'm still the best

Twenty-Four thousand I spend on your hoe and I put on a show

Twenty-Four thousand yeah shout out to Kobe cuz he Twenty-Four

Fuck all the straps Imma hack all your shit are you ready for war

I feel like SWAT cuz I'm pulling up and I'm blowing down your door