Double Clutch

[intro]
Hey hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
*Mumbles* I ain't tryna uh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Up early in the morning, French toast no pork
It's a steak and shrimp bar, see the knife and the food
Goin' hard to the crib looking like a resort
A lotta sucka shit around I could write report
Only roll with kin folk keep the family close
Y'all be jumpin' out of pocket steady doin' the most
Wanna triple up on last year's annual gross
More doing less thinking had to change the approach, uh

[Hook]
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)
I come up to come down(Yeah)

Now all my southside players gon' feel this shit(south side)
I know my westside players gon' feel this shit(west side)
I know my midwest players gon' feel this shit(midwest)
I know my eastside players gon' feel this shit(east side)

[Verse 2]
Look, all in
Hitt it good she's late fo work at the call in
Hard grind, the table turns, now we ballin'
Getting mine like fuck a line never fall in
Only Gs be on the scene I'm involved in
Couple carats up in the ear and the chain's gold
Niggas go from hot to warm 'cause the game cold
When I'm filling up with the gas man I can't slow
Don't you worry I'm gon' remind 'em if you ain't know

Couple commas, I'm runnin' up until the clock stops
Old tunes I'm on that Pat bumpin' tops drop
In the coupe I move fast but the trunk not
Opportunity never passed shoot my jump shot
On a mission we gon' get it, gotta switch lane
Destination gon' stay the same
Pimp ain't shit change
Just chill, you gotta get it before you give game
Chico, she only know me by my nickname

[Hook]

[Verse3]
Everyday be on my shit
Barely seen in the crib
Gotta stay out on the move
We got paper to get

I ain't satisfy with this so I'm making a flip
Killin' niggas on cam Jorge tapping the flick

Got a crib out in the woods we up out of the hood
Riding to that Larry June
Yeah the boy doin' good
I was in a cadillac tippin' gripping the wood
Now I'm pushin' something fast carbon fiber the hood
I don't hear dem niggas trippin' never let 'em exist
Probably threw a couple slugs but they usually miss

They've been making up the rumors but they never could stick
For lack of better words, pimp it off of my dick
Now you see the way we moving so you best take notes
Never rockin' with that stupid shit you niggas promote

Rapper never got taste, goin' broke of a ghost
While they trippin' off crumbs
I done bake me a loaf, bitch

[Hook]