Kevin Gates - Double Dutch lyrics

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Who  you talking up?
Ay‚  please leave me alone
I'm on the Breadwinner swim team
I dived into you shit

Every  night I pray to God that
The Lord forgive me
Somebody  try me and don't top me‚
Then they coming with me
You just be talkin'‚ I be
Stalkin' with that mini Glizzy
You  ever cross me
I'ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin' all my life
This a cold sport big ol' Muslim up in rank‚
And I'm like Jeff Fort

Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch,   you ain't living like I'm
Living‚ you a dick rider
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living
You a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I'm moving in the signs of
These nine you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10, 000 angels with me
You know what I'm saying
Was knowing how I was coming

Division 9 gang members saying
They gon' fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch
Like why this bitch ain't flyin' yet?
I'm up in rank and mutual con
I got Mehico and fog
I got bricks of that perico
I'm a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn't kill my
Way to the ClearPort
But where I'm from, you want respect
You gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this
Call, this lil' bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow
Grip her fine ass our videos, we don't post
Old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast
Look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose
If they ever wanna approach

Like what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes
You started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor
I got that package with me
Straight off the boat
I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up
I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back
Grip the bubble butts

Amsterdam, by the water, bitch
I'm in a dam with it
Used to do Camaro's on a slab
With the wham in it
Now I'm seeing things, living
Foreign, sippin' teas, i'm important
Yellow thing, we recording
Riding me like a 'Rari
I'ma keep standing tall, tatted back
And I'm scarred
Like a, big dreams, got 'em all
(Thumbin' through it)
I'm in magazines, I don't pour it
I'm takin' chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me
Probably wouldn't know what disaster was
Phone number's platinum
I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to
You not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe
No one in the passenger

She like, what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes
You started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor
I got that package with me
Straight off the boat
I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up
I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back
Grip the bubble butts