Double R
1818, bitch
Y´all know what the fuck goin´ on
Y´all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions) Ayy, yup

Yup

Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I´m Cunningham, taxin´ for P´s in my trap like I´m Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands, can´t get ´em off, reimburse ´em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won´t work again, back in the trap, flippin´ work again

´Member them days I was ridin´ on the 10-speed, now your boy up in the big league
I ain´t been to Johnny, but wait ´til you see them new VVs, they ain´t gon´ want me on TV
Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can´t see me, they mimickin´, wanna be me
Postin´ the drip, now your bitch hollerin´ out, "Come and see me", gave her good dick, then she pee-peed

These niggas hoes, catch ´em in traffic wit´ this Drac´ and I bet I´ll unload
Tryna get rich, that´s the goal, but these niggas testin´ my gangsta, so I´ma expose ´em
No, he don´t really want smoke, said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes
Fuck his big dawg, he a ho, I jump on that fuck shit, he telling me, telling me no
We get ´em in for the low, my clientele good, I ain´t posted in front of the store
They done fucked up and freed Ghost, one step on his shoe, then I´m dumpin´ ´til you hit the floor
Fuck all the internet posts, a hundred something shots in this car, now his ass gettin´ ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor, the junkies, they run in and out, steady swingin´ the door
I hit the plug for a bowl, finessed and made jugs on the low out a rental stolo

Wait ´til I ice up my throat, get ice on my wrists, and put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain´t gon´ like when I pop out with trap money backends, I´ll serve you a load at my show
The 30 is on me, I´ll up it and blow it, and trust me, Lil Leak, he gon´ come out to go
But, nah, I´m really just sayin´, niggas out here pullin´ humbles and think they the man
These niggas makin´ these diss songs, catch you in the endzone and blitz up on you and your mans
Make his bitch eat up the drip, thinking ´bout taxin´ me, make his ass eat up the clip
Plug hit me up on the flip, deposit it, profitin´ when I go make me a flip
Might have a meeting on the ship, I´m on the island, the pack just deployed on the blimp
I can´t see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water ´round me, these lil´ niggas can´t swim

You see the "F" on the rims, I´m in the car doin´ the dash with a bitch named Kim
Drippin´ sauce, might make a spill, might leave a stain, but I´m still out here packin´ the steel
My youngin, he fresh off a kill, fuck all that talkin´, he ready to do him a drill
Boy, you ain´t nothing for real, all that tough talkin´, you had to been gone off a pill
You the same nigga that´s cappin´ on bodies that know God damn well you ain´t got no kill
I´m the same nigga that post up with choppers and wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch (Phew, phew, phew)

Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I´m Cunningham, taxin´ for P´s in my trap like I´m Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands, can´t get ´em off, reimburse ´em then

I made an oath to the trap, I won´t work again, back in the trap, flippin´ work again