Ruby da Cherry - G Double O D lyrics

[Hook: Ouija] Giving a f** what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me, b**h I'm G b**h I'm G b**h I'm G X2 Homie I'm G-G double O D, G double O D X4 [Verse 1: ChoirBoy] Good God, whole squad on fleek Ten toes already know its gon' be Last week the homie tatted it on the cheek T double O F, G double O D Toof Gang gon' eat, Toof Gang don't sleep With the hustle you can't muzzle, homie look at these teeth Give a f** what haters saying when they speaking on me Get to pool ball socking, slick talking to a G PayPal racks, drop crack on the digi-scale Cops on twitter, now the snitches trynna digi-tell Old school country, but you know I rep the city well Don't skate, But I slide off like a mini rail Silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty Still won't talk greasy grand slam you like a Denny's grill Every time I catch a brake a hater wonder did he fail Wishing we gon' fall off, homie get a wishing well [Verse 2: Ouija] Ima put sin city on the map Ouija mat got spirits in the trap Toof Gang and we taking back the swag We gon' make these p**y boys grow their eyebrows back Shawty show me that pale white ahh ahh ahh Throw the booty like a tantrum in my lap Catch drain got requested on the track Wasn't f**ing with us broke, go and nibble up a stack b**h I swang around the world like inside-out boy f**ing with the Toof, oh this I doubt boy Dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like Malfoy Get up off my decomposing dick right now boy Waves crash daily we a rip tide now boy Guess you gotta catch us on the flip side now Crawl slow, paint drying on the whip right now Lick your crusty a** lips and get a grip motha' f**a' [Hook: Ouija] [Verse 3: Yung Chri$t] Posted in Japan catching tans Pocket full of xans Couple grand And I'm plannin' to sell these d** up out the van I'm just sayin' Bullets spraying Like some public masturbation on vacation with some Haitians Eating on some veggie bacon All these hoes they like my sh** Smoking on some pipes and sh** Yung Chri$t boys nice, nice boys, Satan twice Rollin' on some dice Double cup up in my hand Cocaine, got it by the gram Hashtag sh**bag, jet lag, pop tags Baller sh**, poppin on my collar sh** I'm all about a dollar b**h Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick I'm all about a dollar b**h Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick [Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry] Clean cut, f** that I'm dirty Swamp chomp stomp on the beat I spit murky sh** Got beef mof**a' got jerky Your chick gobble the dick like she a turkey She said "work me" I said "surely" First we roll a blunt and blow it out ya heard me Now I'm f**ing thirsty, chugged about thirty f**ing cream sodas now I'm feeling sick Lookin' f**ing green like Yoda b**hes surrounding me doing yoga f**ing told you Ruby da Cherry ain't f**ing sober very often All that coughing you doing I can't really hear you talking Mothaf**a [Hook: Ouija]