DOUBLE 0 FIVE

Yeah

I’m finna buy the whole damn jet

Gotta keep all your hoes in check

I put the patek on that flex

Shawty went A.P on the neck

Hop out that car wit that mothefucker goin bout 285

Got the machete on me I got **** who carry that fye

Bitch trya run up on me best believe that lil **** gon die

Hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five

Yeah hol up she selling that shit

Yeah hol up she breaking that shit

Yeah hol up he bailing that shit

Yeah hol up he telling that shit

Hop out that car wit that mothefucker goin bout 285

Hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I had to hold like a lot of shit back just to get where I’m at

You pussy ass **** can’t predict where I’m taking this at

I’m passing that hoe to the gang yeah for sure she a spoiled lil brat

Yeah come get your shit wack

I put the bitch ass **** off in the tract

Yeah to be exact

We catch the lil bitch leave his body detached

Yeah shawty attached

She said she would rather cry tears in a track

Yeah she on my back

Cause she know apollo be tasting like crack

We hop in the rover we shoot like an range

Bitch all these bodies we goin insane

Tag him like hobby lobby put u in a frame

Got caught up with the Feds now he pointing the blame

She wanna fuck all my guys for the fame

I put that bitch on to the scene I proclaim

This bitch acting bold she don’t know my game

I fucked her so good she don’t know her name

I fucked her so good she said she just

Give me the brain call that major pain

This shit like an lottery we getting change

She an dog ass bitch fucking on the whole gang

She was sucking that

She ain’t got no shame

Put him on an X we put him on an kane

Give all my real **** all gold chains

I got all the time I feel like dame

Yeah

I’m finna buy the whole damn jet

Gotta keep all your hoes in check

I put the patek on that flex

Shawty went A.P on the neck

Hop out that car wit that mothefucker goin bout 285

Got the machete on me I got **** who carry that fye

Bitch trya run up on me best believe that lil **** gon die

Hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five

Yeah hol up she selling that shit

Yeah hol up she breaking that shit

Yeah hol up he bailing that shit

Yeah hol up he telling that shit

Hop out that car wit that mothefucker goin bout 285

Hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five

Got the machete on me I got **** who carry that fye