Dear, Doublecups

This to the double cups, you know I love you This a letter to the double cups, you know I love you When I drop the pop in the wock riding in the coupe Me and you always with each other we stuck like its glue When that Styrofoam hit my hand feelin like I got the brew Ice in the cup colder than the watch hanging off my wrist Got my lil yeah a strap now so I ain't gotta ball a fist We only use sprite in this clique, ain't fuckin with the mist twist When I put my lips on the rim of the double cup better than my first kiss You ain't VIP in my circle brodie you not on a list Playin tough with me get you popped like a cyst In my bag more than a fast food worker Every beat I ever rap on, call 911 this a murder Puffin banana stars but I ain't talkin baby Gerber My double cup touch me so much you woulda thought it was Herbert Seeing purple and green daily, think I'm watchin hulk Gotta face ah zip to the face but we buy in bulk Lean sipper pop dripper typa timing we takin gulps A'int gotta play the middle man on the run not ah pulp Feel like I'm James Bond cause they call me Dr. No Never say yes until we talkin bout getting dough Curtains close when the fans throwing me roses stole the show Lyricist when it comes to this shit Edgar Allen Poe Old friends text my phone but I found a new road I wish the best for y'all, sorry it never showed But 2sap here to stay, you cant crack the code Y'all jumped off the bus too early, shoulda stayed and rode Now I'm up now and they wanting to know the sauce But I know they cant ketchup, that's their loss Used to shop at ross but now that's a petty cost Shining so bright now think I got painted gloss To the ones who sticking with me through thick and thin Y'all my brothers, y'all my Kin When I was down y'all always made sure I had a grin Now I gotta pay my boys back, so we just begin But this a letter to the double cups, you make me feel great Run a play through brodie then we hit the interstate Make money make money make money, this a true trait Up now so all my boys got a full plate See the fear in your face, your pupils dilated Smooth sailing from this point on no canoe I'm like a ticking time bomb gon blow up you cannot defuse Paper stuffed in 4 of my pockets all of em blues Love, N2Sap, we ain't gon lose