[Hook: Rahrah Gabor]
Damn girl
Do that sh**
All these b**hes get sick when you
Do that sh**
All the n***as catch brick when you
Do that sh**
Feeling like you that b**h when you
Do that sh**
Like you
Double dutch on 'em
Yeah
Double dutch on 'em
Uh-huh
Double dutch on 'em
Top down, pop the clutch on 'em
[Verse 1: Rahrah Gabor]
Bang that sh**, n***a bump that sh**
All the pretty, fly honeys gon' f** with this
Take it back to drill team and double dutch with this
Hair done, nails done, poking out your lips, like
All, all, all in together
Make a n***a sweat in any kind of weather
Winter fresh, Cole Haan boots and a leather
If I ain't somewhere gettin' high then I'm somewhere gettin' cheddar
Cash money honeys, these f**ers should know better
A-1 b**h, Hester Prynne, Scarlet Letter
Never catch me with birds I'm allergic to the feathers
Prolly Phillippe bound blowing smoke in a stretcher
We live the good life cuz too many done left us
So if you feelin' pretty pop hard with your chest up
Never let a b**h n***a tell you that you ain't next up
And keep sh**tin' on these haters like they live in a rest stop
Uh
[Hook]
Damn girl
Do that sh**
All these b**hes get sick when you
Do that sh**
All the n***as catch brick when you
Do that sh**
Feeling like you that b**h when you
Do that sh**
Like you
Double dutch on 'em
Yeah
Double dutch on 'em
Uh-huh
Double dutch on 'em
Top down, pop the clutch on 'em
[Verse 2: Rahrah Gabor]
Mail man, mail man, do your duty
Here come my b**hes with the big fat booties
Might switch when I walk, but my n***as unruly
Get slick when you talk, and they're snatchin' ya' j**elry
Gotta thing for bud, I ain't talkin' the brewery
Ya b**h don't spit like this, now do she?
My flow hot hoe it might sweat out ya doobie
Hood n***a, like to get f**ed to Tunechi
If I'm in the corner store I'm never coppin' the loosies
Two ditches, mike and ikes and fifty cent juicies
This is for my b**hes who be stacking that looseleaf
And like to get their swerve on but never so loosely
If they up in Bloomingdales then their coppin' the Gucci
Run up on 'em wrong and they're smacking ya Kufi
Knock a n***a out like they slipped 'em a roofey
Up top, with the pot for their mans in their coochie
[Hook]
Damn girl
Do that sh**
All these b**hes get sick when you
Do that sh**
All the n***as catch brick when you
Do that sh**
Feeling like you that b**h when you
Do that sh**
Like you
Double dutch on 'em
Yeah
Double dutch on 'em
Uh-huh
Double dutch on 'em
Top down, pop the clutch on 'em
[Verse 3]
The hood love it when I pop my sh**
Course these hatin' a** hoes wanna fight my b**h
Lotta hungry n***as lurkin' better watch ya wrist
Getcha own sh** n***a don't ride my dick
Brought my own sack of sour, I don't want your piff
All them likes on the gram, girl you not that b**h
Them ya man chains lil' bruh, you not that rich
Roll a double dutch up, I need to scratch my itch
Pretty guy, stay high, been fly since first grade
b**hes act fly, just ridin' their first plane
My neck game crazy, ya b**h sh** so sane
If you smoking on that gas, I'm smoking that propane
Boss n***a coming, stay into ya own lane
n***as thinking that I'm playing, I promise it's no game
I spit ether, so f** ya lil' flame
n***as telling you, you hot, and I promise you so lame
[Hook]
Damn girl
Do that sh**
All these b**hes get sick when you
Do that sh**
All the n***as catch brick when you
Do that sh**
Feeling like you that b**h when you
Do that sh**
Like you
Double dutch on 'em
Yeah
Double dutch on 'em
Uh-huh
Double dutch on 'em
Top down, pop the clutch on 'em