Play Nice, King Loot - Double Trouble lyrics

Yes I picked up that B Up
When she left made her take a lift
I can’t leave the house without my stick
I don’t like taking risk
First class row 1, 2, or 3 when I take a trip
Bowls Touch I just break ‘em in
In 2 days went made a benz
Poled up like Jamaicain kids
A big loft with some space in it
Knock some Ps down, roll the extras
What I’m facing with
Stacking up that gualla tryna go
See how them acres hit
On the block I was serving drop
Just my a face a stick life is short
I tried my take my time
But I raced through it ain’t racing this
400 horses this turbo cracking shit
Hit the button, open up the roof
Hit the bank and dip
First I got a brick turned one to
Two and I made a flip
Shhhh I can’t say too much
Just case them cases hit
Young nigga 19 serving Was drank
Was getting cases in
Shoutout to that plug we made a
Hunnid hit the bank with it
I been up since I can paint the pic

Main b on a rag, so I went a f my side piece
Two Glock 27s all my glizzies looking Siamese
I’m going ghost mode
Switch the address on my IP
All I need is your social, routing number
And ya ID
He was talking s now he hooked up a IV
I was off a Molly when I sent him to the IC
Still tryna f on every freak b that I see
Piss her baby daddy off
She post me on her IG first I made her gag
Then she licked me like a lolli
She wouldn’t let me pull out
Now I call her baby mommy
Thousand on the fit
This is Hugo not no tommy
Still shopping blics this a Draco not a tommy
I was locked in isolation asking
God like why me til I beat the cases lawyer
Call me like you lucky
Still f the f cause they always tryna f me
Came back from the dead bet you
Thought I was a flunky