Double Figures

Mk74 808's go boom

I can bell the mandem tell em to pull up and we crash this party

I could draw this whap and buss your face although I'm a well known artist

I could flip this brick and feed the streets then step outside with heat

I could run man down with a fucken broom and sweep him off his feet

I could run man down in my nike sliders, but instead I hop in that dinga

Stole the keys and I pushed the whip, got bro in the passy grip that trigger

Check the scoreboard double figures

We don't take no fucken L's, we make man fly with a pan like peter

Step with a foreign heater

My arm got tired when bussin a hand ting