Double Dutch (feat. Spell Jordan & JV)

Cup runeth over Pouring up some Burgundy Running though the streets I'm seeing murder in the third degree The government ain't heard of me Give your word to me The only thing they know Is that I'm dressed in Thomas Burberry My mind is full of arsonists They burning me Lumberjacks and leather jackets Chopping at my vertebrae Plates on plates of lobster Calamari what they serving me Poisoned with a tab of Lucy Tryna get a word from me I ain't out here grinding just to work to be Another cog up in the system Wylin, working worthlessly Music with no purpose is the shit Thats trying to burden me The world is never hurting me Fuck you and your clergy, B Man, Jesus need to learn from me. Get a check I run it up (ya, ya, ya) Tryna flex I fuck it up Make it jump like double dutch Get a check I run it up (ya, ya, ya) Tryna flex I fuck it up Make it jump like double dutch Sell yo ass a brick Then I go and fuck your bitch Push the gas Hit the switch Drop her at BK Then I ditch 'Cause a bitch is just a bitch And a ho is just a ho Yeah, she know how it go I hit her with the nasty flow, what Rolling on my papers And I ain't fuck with vapors Get my bitches different flavors And the love doing me favors Yeah, this shit is straight official Word is law, call me judicial Spell is real, you artificial Check yourself, it's beneficial Yeah, my trap bumping And the birds singing Pull up in that new two three The whole team winning Take off, yeah we at the top climbing Mixing molly with the syrup And my team start wylin', uh Yeah, block crazy off the new dope Quit playing with this shit Cut a new throat Drop top and skrt skrt Brand new mazi Geting oil money We out in Abu Dhabi Get a check I run it up (ya, ya, ya) Tryna flex I fuck it up Make it jump like double dutch Get a check I run it up (ya, ya, ya) Tryna flex I fuck it up Make it jump like double dutch