Double M

[Intro]
Why niggas keep tryna feel me
We peep the niggas wanna get involved with this shit we got going on
Niggas better stay in they lane before we come do that shit
Stay where the fuck you at you heard

[Verse 1]
When I come through walk down Mike Myers
But in the hood we just say Double M
Shit untucked facing out then get in
Rich my slime for 25 ima spin
Lil bro got wheels call his phone what you in
In a new Jag finna cash out with Tin
Got a bad bitch on my side name Kim
When we in public she calling me twin

[Chorus]
But fuck it
Lil bro tryna get him a bucket
Head out the V and he scorе like it's nothing
30 clip long got on shorts still tucking
Shooting my S in them vids oh he buggin
Cops up thе street on that car still buggin
Niggas get shot if you thinking we scuffling
We inna spot and its bussin
Got on new kicks watch ya body I ain't doing no touching
S Block this, S Block that, S Block sweet, S Block wack
Sike bitch S Block strapped
Drop my shit no cap fast way to get clapped
Tell all the opps don't lack
Rose got a bag on his head now he gotta move tact

[Verse 2]
His pops died new pack
Got new gats lil nigga better move back
I'm Drose baeboy you can't d me
Got on my ski I don't think he could see me
Shordy got clippers on clippers like CP
Ya music ass ain't tune in to that CD
I know some niggas wanna be me
Most of yall D league
Got up on niggas at fifteen
I'm tryna buy me some VVS
I told her bixteen pour up a 4 for my kidney (Pour up a 4)
Since when niggas shooting the S
Thought you was slick lil nigga you next
Fuck playing cool this checkers not chess
But we gone get up with niggas
We totin shit that'll send up a nigga
On gang pull up and split up a nigga
Get put on yo ass tell em get up lil nigga
Don't be in Irvington Center cause shit'll get lit real quick
You better keep you a gun real shit
You could get popped like a pill real quick (Bah bah)
I ain't taking no pics with no fans
I can't be doley I move with my manz
I gotta 30 it's right in my pants
So what make you think I'm using my hands
What you tryna put on a front for the gram
Oh he gone get popped like a xan
Niggas be dissing my dead like some fans
When I upped that .45 niggas ran
She let me hit while that boy inna can
I come over she take off my pants (She let me hit while that boy inna can I come over she take off my pants)

[Chorus]
But fuck it
Lil bro tryna get him a bucket
Head out the V and he score like it's nothing
30 clip long got on shorts still tucking
Shooting my S in them vids oh he buggin
Cops up the street on that car still buggin
Niggas get shot if you thinking we scuffling
We inna spot and its bussin
Got on new kicks watch ya body I ain't doing no touching
S Block this, S Block that, S Block sweet, S Block wack
Sike bitch S Block strapped
Drop my shit no cap fast way to get clapped
Tell all the opps don't lack
Rose got a bag on his head now he gotta move tact