Shotz from the Double Glock

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya] Pouya and Nell 'bout to put a spell On you mothafuckin' haters, sendin' 'em straight to Hell Man, I cannot tell you how hard we work on this music Not a bitch, I don't even flirt Yeah, she open her skirt and let me slide right in Not fuckin this bitch, I'm fuckin some twins From the start to the end, I'm goin' in [Verse 2: Nell] Put the skrilla on the table, I make it in an instant Chasin' paper, I got these niggas hatin' from a distance Spit crack when it lifted, miss me if it ain't business You don't know who your friends is 'Til you puttin' them years in But I'm bout of the millions Might run down, be in your town like a pilgrim New Era game, Apes up in the mothafuckin' buildin' [Verse 3: Pouya] Spittin' that fire like cigarette packs Bitches they know that we all about stacks Fuck 'em and leave 'em, and never come back You fiendin' for dick like they fiendin' for crack Up in the street, Nell, get the MAC-10 Problems, we solvin' 'em fast Suck on my dick and kiss on my ass Ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan The thicker the pussy, the fatter the ass The haters want beef, but I'm bringin' them back All of you haters are so fuckin wack Shout out to Nell for gettin' this track Upon the map, I don't fuck with rats I'm runnin' this shit like you runnin' in track You talkin' that shit, I'ma give you a smack We come to yo' crib and we eat all yo' snacks [Verse 4: Nell] Back on the scene, chasin' the dream Movin' that green, pourin' the lean Pointin' the beam, scope on the top Bullets gon' fling and bodies gon' drop Y'all ain't fuckin with MAC-10 MAC-10 go to clappin' in black land, what's happenin'? Bad bitch on my mattress Strip her then kick her from outta the crib Hit from the back and I'm catchin' the grip Hittin' the spliff, this how I live Pouya, tell 'em bitches what it is [Verse 5: Pouya] Fuckin, I'm buckin', and haters be duckin' 'Cause you know I'm bustin' and fuckin' it up I dont give a fuck, I'm spittin' these bars and these lyrics all up in a rush I got a crush on the paper stacks Get on my cash and get from my ass Told that bitch to kiss my ass She a ho, so I pass her ass to my homies No food at the crib so I guess its bread and baloney Bitches phony, don't fuck with the four bad bitches on me [Verse 6: Nell] Bad bitch, no shirt, fuck hoes, get blow Spittin' this flame when I'm lit off the dro Kickin' like this 'cause this what I know You niggas gay and I'm hittin' it so Fuckin' her fast and then I get slow Grippin' the TEC and hittin' yo' neck We livin' in cheques and I'm from the four [Verse 7: Pouya] Hittin' my flow, but what do ya know, I'm 'bout my dough I'm sendin' an assassin to your front door Keepin' it low-key, talkin' to me? MIA where I be Fuck with me, not my condos, gas in the whip so I can't go far Don't laugh at my plans and meet my demands Hoes on my dick, don't you understand? [Outro: Nell, Pouya & Denzel Curry] Ayy, follow me @N3_LL Follow me @PouyalilPou with no followers, fuck you Denzel get fat hoes