Текст песни Double Cup - PlanetLu

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)
Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)
Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)
I get it flashing like a photo booth

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)
Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)
Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)
I get it flashing like a photo booth

Let me just count up these benjamins
I get you wiped with no evidence
I get the white on the low
Pay for the drop on your lo'
Then im gon creep with my zo'
I push the za im not pushin no molly rock'
Bitch acting flaw so i hit with a molly wop
Bitch out of line so im making her body rock
Now im of another shot like its mardi gras
Know i rep ftg thats the monogram
Step to me with lil me on the sonogram
Come around me cus' that bitch is a minute maid
She suckin' on me but she loving another man
Livin my life saying fuck bout the government
I might just go on the run no recovery
I might just up on the gun leave you stuttering
taking your life leave yo mama just wondering
I fit it in like a puzzle piece
I'm flying in like a bumble bee
Aye this bitch love to say that she done with me
Bangin' my line and she Hillary Duff'in me

Bring the backend then ima double it
Half of these bitches would fumble it
And this lean got me stumblin'
But fuckin i'm pourin' that tris'

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)
Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)
Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)
I get it flashing like a photo booth

I been pouring drank up in that double cup (Flak, Skee)
Try to run up know that drako tucked (Yah, Bee)
Try to run up yeah you getting bucked (Slatt, Bee)
I get it flashing like a photo booth

Trappin, young jhit like im chief keef
And this bitch you know this bitch is always freaky

Hittin' the spot with the gang
Bitch tryna flex put a shot in his brain
I took a shot and i'm endin' yo day
Turn yo whole block into a gun range
I ain't gon' stop until i'm getting paper
Still its fuck you to my haters
Bih' like fuck you were my favorite
But a bitch try to fuck with my paper
Yeah bih' like fuck you i hate her
I ain't een' gon' front the bitch loved the paper
I ain't een' tryna fuck bitch just taste it
Just want my activist no chaser
(slatt)