"Double Headed Dragon" lyrics
(feat. Sada Baby)
[FMB DZ:]
Ain't it too fucked up? I'm like so the fuck what?
Two watches, three chains, add it up, that's a buck
I'm in Vegas at the tent, bag big, me and Duck
You don't never see me out, my house bigger than the club
When I put my Techs on, I make more than the plug
Woke up out my sleep drinkin' mud just because
Hit the court fresh as hell, I think I can fuck the judge
When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I'ma always hold a grudge
Niggas know what time it is when it come down to no whooper
Your bitch wanna meet the boss, I send my driver out to scoop her
If she try to set the play, I won't hesitate to shoot her
Big money, big belly, I remind you of a buddha
Fish tailing out the lot, brodie clutching on the Glock
He protect me with his life, never sloppy, do it right
Nigga sure to hit the crib in the middle of the night
Phil Marks you got to blowin', got them niggas out on sight
Make them niggas take flight, brodie nice and precise
Blew that bitch, ain't think twice, catchin' shit like Jerry Rice
My nigga rich, bring pints
Dig 'em up, up the price
Probably catch me with my Benz listenin' to Barry White
I've been tryna keep my bool, so much shit come with the fame
What, don't think just 'cause I rap that I won't kill you by my chain
Real stepper, you'd die behind my name
Real nigga, I don't go against the grain
Keep hundreds on me, I ain't never got no change
When we in the club, my niggas known to misbehave
Broke-ass nigga, I can make it rain for days
Lookin' at your bitch through these thousand-dollar shades
[Sada Baby:]
Uh, hmm
Double dragons, ayy
Skuba, nigga
Skubop, ayy
You don't never see me out, house bigger than the mall
Got enough Gucci collars in that bitch for all my dogs
I got hella Louis boxers, make a bitch suck my balls
Even when I wasn't standin' on business, I stood tall, now listen
Huh, I got rap money, huh, I got trap money, huh
I got too much hundred dollars, she can't act funny, huh
I got so much lotta guns, we be strapped up, ayy
It's a beam on the front, make him back up, ayy
Uh, iced up, hmm, huh, racked up, huh
Fifteen white bricks in a black truck, huh
We don't do well with questions, don't ask us, huh
Why them niggas got pressed? It was time for it, listen
Huh, shot him at an angle, broke his ankle
I was outside fuckin' 'round with angel, now listen
Huh, at Western with a Will Smith
Fuck around and got a nigga wife untangled, fuck
Mmm, uh, how I go about it?
Huh, if a nigga smellin' like police, then he can't go around me
Champagne bottles, foreign models, that's not your ho around me
Huh, my paper can't fold up, I don't know origami, fuck
Huh, what the lick read?
Same nigga used to have your sister on the ten-speed
Same nigga fuck a white bitch and have a mixed breed
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Huh, Jungle Fever, huh
If she don't suck the dick from hard to soft, then I'ma leave her
Huh, no Beiber, huh, cut that white boy with a cleaver
Fuck
Fresh as fuck, lookin' like it's Easter
A Mister, I just stuffed a thousand pills in her keishter, duh
Ain't it too fucked up? I'm like so the fuck what?
Two watches, three chains, add it up, that's a buck
I'm in Vegas at the tent, bag big, me and Duck
You don't never see me out, my house bigger than the club
When I put my Techs on, I make more than the plug
Woke up out my sleep drinkin' mud just because
Hit the court fresh as hell, I think I can fuck the judge
When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I'ma always hold a grudge
Niggas know what time it is when it come down to no whooper
Your bitch wanna meet the boss, I send my driver out to scoop her
If she try to set the play, I won't hesitate to shoot her
Big money, big belly, I remind you of a buddha
Fish tailing out the lot, brodie clutching on the Glock
He protect me with his life, never sloppy, do it right
Nigga sure to hit the crib in the middle of the night
Phil Marks you got to blowin', got them niggas out on sight
Make them niggas take flight, brodie nice and precise
Blew that bitch, ain't think twice, catchin' shit like Jerry Rice
My nigga rich, bring pints
Dig 'em up, up the price
Probably catch me with my Benz listenin' to Barry White
I've been tryna keep my bool, so much shit come with the fame
What, don't think just 'cause I rap that I won't kill you by my chain
Real stepper, you'd die behind my name
Real nigga, I don't go against the grain
Keep hundreds on me, I ain't never got no change
When we in the club, my niggas known to misbehave
Broke-ass nigga, I can make it rain for days
Lookin' at your bitch through these thousand-dollar shades
[Sada Baby:]
Uh, hmm
Double dragons, ayy
Skuba, nigga
Skubop, ayy
You don't never see me out, house bigger than the mall
Got enough Gucci collars in that bitch for all my dogs
I got hella Louis boxers, make a bitch suck my balls
Even when I wasn't standin' on business, I stood tall, now listen
Huh, I got rap money, huh, I got trap money, huh
I got too much hundred dollars, she can't act funny, huh
I got so much lotta guns, we be strapped up, ayy
It's a beam on the front, make him back up, ayy
Uh, iced up, hmm, huh, racked up, huh
Fifteen white bricks in a black truck, huh
We don't do well with questions, don't ask us, huh
Why them niggas got pressed? It was time for it, listen
Huh, shot him at an angle, broke his ankle
I was outside fuckin' 'round with angel, now listen
Huh, at Western with a Will Smith
Fuck around and got a nigga wife untangled, fuck
Mmm, uh, how I go about it?
Huh, if a nigga smellin' like police, then he can't go around me
Champagne bottles, foreign models, that's not your ho around me
Huh, my paper can't fold up, I don't know origami, fuck
Huh, what the lick read?
Same nigga used to have your sister on the ten-speed
Same nigga fuck a white bitch and have a mixed breed
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Huh, Jungle Fever, huh
If she don't suck the dick from hard to soft, then I'ma leave her
Huh, no Beiber, huh, cut that white boy with a cleaver
Fuck
Fresh as fuck, lookin' like it's Easter
A Mister, I just stuffed a thousand pills in her keishter, duh
