The Runners - Double Cup lyrics

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The Runners - Double Cup lyrics

Intro: Double cup and I'm leanin' X3 f** these n***as I mean it (Hook:) Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it) Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it) Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it) f** these n***as I mean it X2 (Verse 1: Ace Hood) Okay now, Purple stuff in my styrofoam Sippin' slow while they blowin strong All I need is my dirty sprite All I need is her super-dome Drank'd up and I'm dripped out Caked up and my pistol out Bad b**h and she thick as f** And I'm tryna see if what p**y bite Bust it open for a real n***a Bust it open for a trill n***a Touchdown, whattup? H-Town Long live the Pimp, this one's for you! Bun B, my n***a Trae The Truth Still in the coupe and I'm double dueced Still in the hood on that purple, fool Better know what I'm drinkin' ain't grape juice! I be flowin' through the city, let my chain swing! How you live, a young n***a tryna maintain Get money, f** lames, all my little n***as on the same page Spend racks when I'm up in Neimans Gimme head she gon' catch this semen Hatin on me? n***a, so what? Ya know what? Hold up... (Hook) (Verse 2: Bun B) Gangsta n***a, I'm bout it I'm Trill as f** so don't doubt it Tell me what's the haps, cause you know I'm strapped A n***a never leave home without it I'm posted up in that Caddy I'm twistin' up a big fatty And it's full of dro, and I'mma mack your ho And you know she callin' me daddy I'm a trill OG and I earned it That G code, n***a I learned it So when I saw the dough they had for me bro I just grabbed the knob and I turned it I wanted bread so I chased it And I got so close I could taste it I played the deck and got my respect So n***a I'm the king, now just face it I'm in the house and I'm chillin' My mind on cash and I'm willing I'm on the paper chase, no time to waste So I could give a f** how you feelin' I'm sideways on that buck My seats is stitched and they tough You ain't down with that? Then I'm hide your head in your a** And be outta luck, wa**up? (Hook) (Verse 3: Kirko Bangz) Well it's that young n***a from the Southside Of that USA I need Calamine Lotion cause a n***a used to bump A n***a came from nothing to saying nevermind To the pretty girls in the magazine Your girlfriend look like Maxim A phone book full of Billy Jeans ? Came out that limosine I been a fan for that Codeine Since Martin Luther was like 13 f**in' queens cause I'mma king Put 5% on everything I done threw tint on top of tint Bumper kit, on bumper kit Threw my last b**h on my new b**h And threw ten on my f**in' dick I done came down, hold it down for that H-Town I'mma take the crown Sippin Hen, dont f** with Crown But I'mma just drop this 4th of 9 And free my cousin that doin' time I'mma pay the lawyer But I hope he dyin' Hold it down for a real n***a Young Kirko, young trill n***a (BANGZ) (Hook)