Double - Real Talk Lyrics

Lyrics Real Talk - Double




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Bitch, I'ma dog, I'm gon' pull a bark bite
You can see me creepin' like a thief throughout the night
Establishing dominance, you won't put up a fight
I'ma pull up, bust the heater 'til the boy see the light
Motherfuckers tryna talk up on me, I'm prayin' you choke
If I get the opportunity, I'm comin' for your throat
Whippin' in the hellcat in the handle like a boat
And you best give me respect
I'm a fuckin' baby goat
I'ma, I'ma pull up here to top, it's concealed inside my waistband
Send a shot to bitches actin' faker than a spray tan
Like, "Hey man
You really wanna know how we can make bands
We can make a deal, come up close, so we can shake hands"
Up the pole on a fuckboy for thinkin' he the shit
Give a fuck if you don't like me, anyone can suck my dick
I hit the switch, see a flash like I'm tryna take a flick
I'ma roll the window down and send a hollow at a bitch
'Cause it's a drive-by, homicides, mad and ill intention
Tell the hating bitch to say the fuck up out my mentions
I might catch the charges, but I will not face the sentence
Death to opposition it's a symbol of resentment
I will mark you off the list like you've got some poor attendance
I ride solo forever, I've established independence
Be on you and all you family, throw a fist at yo' descendants
I'm the highest in the room, take a look at my ascendance (uh)
I stack a hundred run it up
Double pull up to the venue and I gotta fuck it up
Like really bitch, I'm finna fuck you up
You playin' cards and then your luck is up
I'm pourin' wocky in my double cup
I send a motherfuckin' shot like we posted at the bar
I'ma pull up to the scene, puffin up on a cigar
You can try to run, but you ain't gettin' very far
And I'm whippin' through 400s in a fuckin' cop car
Like, this is it, they sleepin' on me like a sedative
Competitive
Fuck the opposition, I can't let 'em win
Get it in
Inside yo' motherfuckin' brains, I'm insane
I am used, become deranged I will slay
Any homosapien who's talkin' homophobic
And you can put me in a box like I am claustrophobic
Screamin' I can't breathe in situations anaerobic
And I'll be drippin' but this motherfucker hydrophobic
And I'll be honest at this point I'm fucking flexin'
I'm the hardened user point a fuckin' Smith and Wesson
Said I'm the one who never lost his fuckin' weapon
I've got a couple of minutes that's left inside this fuckin' session
And I'm ghost



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Demetrius Antron Wickliffe, Andrew Wheat, Keith Richard Wickliffe, Lovewin Julius Wickliffe



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