"2-Double-O Dash" lyrics
First time lettin' off fire, I almost zipped his shit up
Swervin' hot cars, bail out blickin'
Buddy was swervin' when he got hit up
Glock 20 give shit hiccups
G-L-O-C-K my big bro
These niggas be yellin' out, "Bath," ain't never did shit, this shit ridiculous
Me and my niggas just leveled up, wanna hang with us, that shit a privilege
I want rose gold with the green faces, got moissanite and ritzes
I don't want no custom piece, get out my DM, that ain't hittin'
In the 'Raq, I just be chillin', I get bored, I might go fishin'
I got action, I don't give no fuck, still swingin', JJ Chicken
New fin-fin, lil' bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
Let a nigga act tough off a Perky, 10 mil' take wind out of kidneys
And these bullets in my gun, these bitches go everywhere like rabies
Niggas get hit up, paralyzed, no, they can't move, the Lord can't save 'em
Got my shit together young, by twenty-one, I'ma have a baby
If I'm not stompin' the Hellcat, I'm somewhere doggin' the 'Cede
Every where I go, they know me, I don't even give a fuck 'bout my ski mask
First time lettin' off that chrome, just young and slow, I ain't had no ski mask
I don't even give a fuck 'bout that type shit, it's two-double-O on my D-dash
I never punched a clock, now I'm on stage, wake up, just see cash
These niggas ain't no gangsters, they ass lame, we call 'em B-Rad
Every day, I make money, give no fuck if it's a dollar
Ran my anny up, I got my anny up, these hoes gon' swallow
These niggas be actin' like hoes, they sippin' lemon drops out the bottle
But I can't do that shit, I got my lean, Tris reposado
Pour my lean, turn off my phone, don't wanna talk no more
Might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and fuck a ho
Niggas stole the flow, they swagger jackin', talkin' 'bout "Row the boat"
Invoice every day, I check my bank account, my shit overloaded
10K before 12, it's 10 a.m. and that's just off promotions
Jailbreak kind of fast, we fucked the Urus up, get on the shoulder
We put belt to ass, bro dunk on shit, we up, it's fuckin' over
We get shit done, boy, they told you
Bronem leavin' shit slumped over
Swervin' hot cars, bail out blickin'
Buddy was swervin' when he got hit up
Glock 20 give shit hiccups
G-L-O-C-K my big bro
These niggas be yellin' out, "Bath," ain't never did shit, this shit ridiculous
Me and my niggas just leveled up, wanna hang with us, that shit a privilege
I want rose gold with the green faces, got moissanite and ritzes
I don't want no custom piece, get out my DM, that ain't hittin'
In the 'Raq, I just be chillin', I get bored, I might go fishin'
I got action, I don't give no fuck, still swingin', JJ Chicken
New fin-fin, lil' bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
Let a nigga act tough off a Perky, 10 mil' take wind out of kidneys
And these bullets in my gun, these bitches go everywhere like rabies
Niggas get hit up, paralyzed, no, they can't move, the Lord can't save 'em
Got my shit together young, by twenty-one, I'ma have a baby
If I'm not stompin' the Hellcat, I'm somewhere doggin' the 'Cede
Every where I go, they know me, I don't even give a fuck 'bout my ski mask
First time lettin' off that chrome, just young and slow, I ain't had no ski mask
I don't even give a fuck 'bout that type shit, it's two-double-O on my D-dash
I never punched a clock, now I'm on stage, wake up, just see cash
These niggas ain't no gangsters, they ass lame, we call 'em B-Rad
Every day, I make money, give no fuck if it's a dollar
Ran my anny up, I got my anny up, these hoes gon' swallow
These niggas be actin' like hoes, they sippin' lemon drops out the bottle
But I can't do that shit, I got my lean, Tris reposado
Pour my lean, turn off my phone, don't wanna talk no more
Might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and fuck a ho
Niggas stole the flow, they swagger jackin', talkin' 'bout "Row the boat"
Invoice every day, I check my bank account, my shit overloaded
10K before 12, it's 10 a.m. and that's just off promotions
Jailbreak kind of fast, we fucked the Urus up, get on the shoulder
We put belt to ass, bro dunk on shit, we up, it's fuckin' over
We get shit done, boy, they told you
Bronem leavin' shit slumped over
Writer(s): Charles Davis
