Double Clutch

Lyrics

[intro] Hey hey Hey Hey Hey Hey *Mumbles* I ain't tryna uh Yeah [Verse 1] Up early in the morning, French toast no pork It's a steak and shrimp bar, see the knife and the food Goin' hard to the crib looking like a resort A lotta sucka shit around I could write report Only roll with kin folk keep the family close Y'all be jumpin' out of pocket steady doin' the most Wanna triple up on last year's annual gross More doing less thinking had to change the approach, uh [Hook] I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) I come up to come down(Yeah) Now all my southside players gon' feel this shit(south side) I know my westside players gon' feel this shit(west side) I know my midwest players gon' feel this shit(midwest) I know my eastside players gon' feel this shit(east side) [Verse 2] Look, all in Hitt it good she's late fo work at the call in Hard grind, the table turns, now we ballin' Getting mine like fuck a line never fall in Only Gs be on the scene I'm involved in Couple carats up in the ear and the chain's gold Niggas go from hot to warm 'cause the game cold When I'm filling up with the gas man I can't slow Don't you worry I'm gon' remind 'em if you ain't know Couple commas, I'm runnin' up until the clock stops Old tunes I'm on that Pat bumpin' tops drop In the coupe I move fast but the trunk not Opportunity never passed shoot my jump shot On a mission we gon' get it, gotta switch lane Destination gon' stay the same Pimp ain't shit change Just chill, you gotta get it before you give game Chico, she only know me by my nickname [Hook] [Verse3] Everyday be on my shit Barely seen in the crib Gotta stay out on the move We got paper to get I ain't satisfy with this so I'm making a flip Killin' niggas on cam Jorge tapping the flick Got a crib out in the woods we up out of the hood Riding to that Larry June Yeah the boy doin' good I was in a cadillac tippin' gripping the wood Now I'm pushin' something fast carbon fiber the hood I don't hear dem niggas trippin' never let 'em exist Probably threw a couple slugs but they usually miss They've been making up the rumors but they never could stick For lack of better words, pimp it off of my dick Now you see the way we moving so you best take notes Never rockin' with that stupid shit you niggas promote Rapper never got taste, goin' broke of a ghost While they trippin' off crumbs I done bake me a loaf, bitch [Hook]