DOUBLE DUTCH

We made his brain blow in a range rove Goin over his head like a rainbow They send shots but they aint got no range tho They could bust but you aint got no aim tho They be shootin but only for fame tho We gon get it gon Trap in the same clothes Bitches nothin we f*ck on the same hoes We gon get it gon flex on my main hoe Keep thinking bout her get the f*ck out my Brain Shorty a beast and i think im a Tame How do you deal with the fortune and fame? Said I walk with the stick like this shit was a Cane Be on my shit I just swerve in my lane Brody got hit but he ain't give a name You gotta switch said your brody a Lame Why you rather control him than teach em the game I might pour out my pain in a Double-Cup I might give out my name to a Couple Sluts I might make dis bitch rain f*ck the Summer Up But we still keep a stick they dont f*ck with us But they still keep it lit cus we coming up And we still keep it lit when they running up But they cant be around when I double-up Brody swinging them sticks like its double-dutch And she's a mess don't get it twisted cus she's the Best Keep her around just to ease the stress Give me ya heart I dont need the meds Take off ya clothes you dont need the dress Put her to sleep do you need a bed Hop in the V like you see the feds She said don't comeback if you leave again I remember when they used to laugh at me Now I don't understand why they mad at me Now she stuck on my grill like a cavity She said I was her King like your-majesty Keep it straight boy i aint with the fagotry Keep the work like im built with a factory She been tellin me lies this is Blasphemy All my brodies gon ride they gon' blast for me Like don't think about it just hop in and ride I need the green put the beef to the side He'll do it for ten but I'll do it for five He gotta be seen so we kept him alive They was just cappin' they ain't wanna let us in They know we get the cheese bring the lettuce in Most of my brodies been tweakin off Medicine Like I just hope it dont f*ck with they head again Keep thinkin bout her get the f*ck out my brain Shorty a beast and I think ima tame How do u deal wit the fortune and fame? Said I walk with the stick like this shit was a cane Be on my shit I just swerve in my lane Brody got hit but he aint give a name You gotta switch said your brody a lame Why you rather control him than teach him the game I might pour out my pain in a double-cup I might give out my name to a couple sluts I might make this bitch rain f*ck the summer up But we still keep a stick they don't f*ck with us But they still keep it lit cus we comin up And we still keep it lit when they runnin up But they cant be around when I double-up Brody swinging them sticks like its double-dutch