Doubling Down South Park x FNF - SleepyOreo

Hold up, Kada, you recordin' this? Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick You better blow wit' your life when that day come Choppers on choppers, come take one Bitch, I'm a lock to come shake sum'n Keem been a lock, bitch that's one of my day 1's Huh (Ayy), huh Clip so long that I go off with the shit Bitch so thick, let her on the hip Boy, these chops so big that I walk with a limp (Ayy, huh) Look, huh Snipin' shit up, boy, they think that I'm pimpin' 3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen We argue, we fight, suck me up when I'm finished, uh Ayy, look I, I run it up, baggin' up all the breesh (Ayy) Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill Bitch, I don't need a beam (Hol' on, huh, look, huh) Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased (Wait, huh) Don't do no talkin', we catch him, we in the scene (Wait) Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound (Huh, look, huh) Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound I was down bad on my ass with like six straps You was not there, don't forget that Chopper break his ass in half like a kit kat Bitch we got smoke like a kickback Stock on the kit has no kickback Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at? Talking that tough shit but what is you gettin' at? Cuffin' that thot, thot, ooh you kiss that bitch on the lips Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick Deep strokes, send her home, she on live wit' the shit Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this bitch All crane came attached, built inside of this bitch Monster, East Atlanta Look at my gun, came with a beam (Yeah, fuck you mean? Yessir) Look at my gun, just killed a ting (Ooh, Latto, okay) Too many bullets come out the bitch (Brrr) Drop, drop a clip, pop another quick (Yeah) Tryna hit a headshot quick (Baow, baow, baow) Glock on me, bitch, it won't jam (Yeah) Got one in the head, ready to blam (Yeah) Hand on hand, I'ma hit you don't point Broke nigga, why you carryin' a Hotpoint? (Damn) Get you a twenty-six, I remember I was twenty-six Always stay with a strap on my hip (Yeah) Act crazy, chop screw some shit (Screw some shit) My DJ carry him a Glick' (Yeah) Security, he got him a stick (Him a stick) That one of my homie, shotta, he legit Why you try to tell me? Goin' in your shit (Baow, yeah) He like the ice on my wrist (On my wrist) She like the ice on my wrist (Your bitch) He wanna rob for it (You robbin'?) She wanna cuss on my dick (Oh yeah) A-After I catch this body I'm back In this pussy, finna kill this bitch Back to back fully auto in your bitch (Brrr) I ain't with the (Yeah) I be huggin' all these cuddle with sticks Lotta money, it's a Brinks (It's a Brinks) Shit'll turn you to lick (To a licky) They ain't never seen this shit (Never) 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest I got 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Clip so long, bitch, it hang out the Glick' Big Chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick

(Dreamz been goin' hard bruh) Go around (Go around) (We love you Eli) Had to spin yo bitch, cuz she go around (Go around) Had to spin yo bitch, cuz she go around (Yea, Whoa) Had to spin yo bitch cuz she go around (Whoa, Yea, Whoa Whoa) Yea, I just cracked a seal and now I'm noddin' off I been on the block just servin' pills, not no Adderall (Not no Adderall) I told gang to spin the block, that boy not gettin' off Yo bro thought shit was sweet and now he shot, no that's not my fault (Yea Whoa) Come and get yo hoe she on my cock, she gone give me jaw Bro fucked up his bag and now he lame, that fallin' off (Yea) She want me for clout, Imma cut her off On the block just servin' pills We locked in when shit got real, Whoa Yea she know the deal I watched my idols make some mills (Whoa) I been fuckin' on his bitch that boy not heem forreal (Yea) I been sad as fuck, I think I might crack a seal I been sippin' lean like everyday, that shit heal my pain She got on her knees and closed her eyes, she gone stand the rain He post on his story when he turnt, we do it everyday (Yea) She came here for me I pass her anyway (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Oh My God) (Whoa, Whoa) (Whoa Whoa) Had to Spin yo Bitch Cuz She go Around (Whoa, Yea, Whoa Whoa) Yea, I just cracked a seal and now I'm noddin' off I been on the block just servin' pills, not no Adderall (Not no Adderall) I told gang to spin the block, that boy not gettin' off Yo bro thought shit was sweet and now he shot, no that's not my fault (Yea Whoa) Come and get yo hoe she on my cock, she gone give me jaw Bro fucked up his bag and now he lame, that fallin' off (Yea) She want me for clout, Imma cut her off