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Double D's
Stunna 4 Vegas
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Ayy, I got 20 on my beat It's 4X, b***h, **** a b***h **** a b***h (Billion Dollar Baby Business shit) Free Glow Uh, my chopper hold double D’s This stick my b***h, she stuck with me These lil' rap niggas look up to me Came from trappin‘, now we in the club popping bubbly Feds on my ass, why they wanna **** with me? 'Cause I’m crack straight out the pot and I'm bubbling We ain't finna lay up, ho, you s****ng me Uh, I'm comin’ with Rastas, they come for you The Glock hold a thirty piece We spank him and put him in surgery (Come here) Watch your b***h, she keep tryna flirt with me (Thot thot) I had that ho eating shit with courtesy, uh (Ooh) We pop up quick like emergency I'm online with them rods, so they keep on searchin' me (Huh?) I don't trip, more sticks, I'm purchasing (No cap) A nigga play with this shit, and it's a murder scene (Come here) My name ring bells, tambourine Drop an opp and then go have a jamboree (****) My block jump, trampoline **** that ho from the back, I ain’t pampering No nat, big dawg, I’m slamming her (Yeah) I been that nigga before I dropped Animal (Yeah) I got your mama, grandma, and daddy Tryna pop a perc to give 'em more sta**** (Huh?) Uh, my chopper hold double D’s This stick my d**k, she sucking me These lil' rap niggas look up to me Came from trappin', now we in the club popping bubbly Feds on my ass, why they wanna **** with me? Cause I'm crack straight out the pot and I’m bubbling We ain't finna lay up, ho, you ****ing me Uh, I'm comin' with Rastas, they come for you My Draco ride shotgun I pop my shit 'cause I'ma pop some' I'm waiting on you street punks to try some' I'ma flatline a nigga then wait 'til the cops come That lil' nigga know he the shit, I'm my mom's son A father, I never had or got one (Nope) Make a ho give me face, tell me I'm awesome (Gang) Nigga get crucified if he cross me Yeah, I got them blues, Slauson (Blues) Me and crew on Runtz riding down Slauson, uh (Skrrt) I'm going big, Poppa I get what I want, I don't care what it's costing me, uh, uh (Cash) I'm in North Lake with them racks on me (Racks) Three deep with straps on us (Gang) Smell like the trap but no pack on us Wrong move, draw down, get stanked if he act funny (Come here) Uh, my chopper hold double D's This stick my b***h, she stuck with me These lil' rap niggas look up to me Came from trapping, now we in the club popping bubbly Feds on my ass, why they wanna **** with me? 'Cause I'm crack straight out the pot and I'm bubbling We ain't finna lay up, ho, you sucking me Uh, I'm coming with Rastas, they come for you Uh, the chopper hold double D's The stick my b***h, she stuck with me These niggas my jits, they look up to me These lil' niggas can't **** with Stunna Overlapped 'em, they tryna catch up to me Want me to sign 'em, these b*****s wan' run with me Ain't gotta slang it, but I keep a gun with me Say one word and Glock up for me 4X, no, I ain't signed Yeah, we still slide Wherever you reside And we still ridin' with iron Ain't no nine to five I'm rich as **** and I ain't never had a job I just wish we was doing this shit back in the days when we had to rob Hah, 4X
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