Double R

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(feat. Kendro) [Hook: x2] We be flipping in a double R, grubbing on caviar Making bidness decisions, talking on my cellular Are we the finest dressed, (yeah that sound like us) Are we them niggaz to impress, (yeah that sound like us) [Dougie D:] Oh yeah we flipping and flossing, top down in double R With Black Mexican Filipina, Puerto Rican star Got my hands on that booty, everything is all to the goody From state to state, making bidness decisions in every hoody Tell me what y'all thinking, bitches steady trying to contest me Cause I'm the one with the loochie, draped down in Gucci catch me Feel what I'm speaking, all of the playas know the real We grubbing on the caviar, with thousand whooping wheels Down in Texas we wrecking, switch the game up to a new perspective Banging you bitches in your head, and teaching many lessons I'm the cause of Paccinos, and my nigga from the 4-lino And Tory Lino, cocking our glocks and there he go Yeah we handle it baby, new and refined organization Guerilla Maab to the 2, and Young Paccinos down we crazy Holla if you hear me, body rocking with my diamonds blinging I'm mashing off in nine double R, to the bounce and banging [Hook x2] [Kendro:] Well I be gripping on wood grain, humble rap Paccino Letting cheats and freaks, turning seats like Nino Got a frog eyed Beamer, swang down the feeter Fish crease bezeltyne, leopard rug or cheetah Sixteen screens, bungee jump the two seater Grub the caviar, scood y'all for shareeta We super unique, so yeah that sound like us We crawl glass on Lacs, and put blocks on hush I make the whole world blush, when it's rapping time Before I reach 18, Kendro gon shine And I'ma squash that plex, on a constant grind And if you want a thoed track, hop in Rocko line [Hook x2] [Trae:] I'm pulling up in a double R, talking on my cellular While K and Raw sipping bar, G Maab TV no VCR I know you heard about us, the streets nigga we run that Them ghetto hoods we bought back, we drop tops on contacts So real in the game, I glide on glass 4's mayn Gripping the wood grain, spraying Fondren and Main With 18's that bang, and a fifth wheel that lean I know you want the Rolex, and two tripping off bezeltyne Boss balling baby, keeping niggaz up on they toes My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's When I'm waving the block, it don't stop like bops About to bust air shocks, and paint red dots on jocks I got a pit named Genocide, with a dog house that's customized I'm too playa mayn, from state to state with my enterprise Armani to Gucci, I'm pulling yemps and I stay fly We four cars deep, and pulling stunts on that Grapevine [Hook x2]