Lyrics to Double Homicide
Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe
In cold words, we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (Hahaha)
'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
Now let's get it, the tape's on you, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (Sss)
I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fucking the ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (Hahaha)
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chrisean Rock and the [?]
Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (Uh huh)
I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence", to me that nigga is dead (Shh)
Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no glizzy, Imma work 'til I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me, look like they twinning with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (Shh)
All thought [?], I'm [?]
Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch, think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (Grrah)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
In cold words, we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (Hahaha)
'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily
When I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops
Now let's get it, the tape's on you, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (Sss)
I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fucking the ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (Hahaha)
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chrisean Rock and the [?]
Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop
Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (Uh huh)
I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence", to me that nigga is dead (Shh)
Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no glizzy, Imma work 'til I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me, look like they twinning with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't"
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat
Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (Shh)
All thought [?], I'm [?]
Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch, think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (Grrah)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang gang)
Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
