Double Homicide

[Part I] [Intro] (Fantom) [Verse 1] Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe, in cold words, bitch, we only finna meet for bread If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (Hahaha) 'Cause I'm all up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily when I ch-ch, tote Glocks I ain't talking no BBL, but the body gon' be bruised if you ever see a bitch post opps Now let's get it, the K on you, the Glock British I run up in your crib like, "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (Sss) I'ma motherfuckin' shoot 'til the bullets go through the ceiling Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fuckin' the ugly villain He such a pussy, so plain, needs a flight, he gone Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown All the white people just paused this song Because I'm stealin' off niggas, but the fist Black-owned Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all'll hold the spot Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot Call me Chrisean Rock, in the bank, I pop Them blue faces in your face, and this shit non-stop [Part II] [Verse 2] Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes I bet this bitch won't leave with those When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps Bitch, I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (Uh huh) I saved my ex-nigga number under, "Moment of silence," to me, that nigga is dead (Shh) Itty-itty-bitty when you're standing against me I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny It's no cap, no kizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy The two pockets on me look like they twinning with Biggie I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like, "Mmm, nah, no you ain't" All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase He wanna row, row, row his boat In my wet-ass pussy, in my wet-ass throat Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope 'Cause I hit The Matrix all the way to the floor Like nah, nah, nah, nah, no Shh, all them dead opps smoke Chopper goin' dumber than a bitch, think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (Grrah) Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang) Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang) Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang) Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang) Buh, buh, bah, bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah