Classic (Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah, it's D-O-U-B-L-E R
I got a model bitch, man and she don't post for likes
She post 'cause it's right

[Verse 1]
Funny how niggas envy but whenever admitted
I be friend to the crowd of niggas and I'll probably regret it (you know)
I overheard some niggas say that rapping was dead
'Cause it's some corndog niggas (you know)
Wendy's with bread
She wearing lingerie, and that outfit see-through
Three women I ménage every night like Meek do
I just wanna see my name on a fucking venue
Either you at the table with me or you on the menu (I know)
Choke you out 'til you see I'm gon' punk you chump, you my nephew
I want Beyonce in the room
Hov, I hope that don't offend you
And do everything except sleep when we in the bedroom
I never save a hoe and you niggas be to the rescue
My niggas military
She Heaven-sent, she missionary
So I fuck that back, got a missionary
She lactose and I'm legend (damn)
I know some bad girls wanna come over
But I just rush 'em to the side like a comb-over
I make it rain, I'll holla at ya when the storm over
I need a record deal and a Range Rover
She salute me and say: "General, you a [? colder]"
I salute her back, said: "I feel the same soldier"
(The same soldier, yeah I feel the same soldier)
Her panties wet, I think she came when I came over
Her panties wet, she came when you came over
Yeah, I wanna skin on vanilla latte
Yeah, I want my food in entrées en picante
Yeah, so holla at me Ariana Grande
Yeah, holla at me Ariana Grande
Yeah, it's Robb Reffah, man
Double R
Major Melody