EasyDoesIt - DOUBLE DUTCH

We made his brain blow in a range rove
Goin over his head like a rainbow
They send shots but they aint got no range tho
They could bust but you aint got no aim tho
They be shootin but only for fame tho
We gon get it gon Trap in the same clothes
Bitches nothin we fuck on the same hoes
We gon get it gon flex on my main hoe
Keep thinking bout her get the fuck out my Brain
Shorty a beast and i think im a Tame
How do you deal with the fortune and fame?
Said I walk with the stick like this shit was a Cane
Be on my shit I just swerve in my lane
Brody got hit but he ain't give a name
You gotta switch said your brody a Lame
Why you rather control him than teach em the game
I might pour out my pain in a Double-Cup
I might give out my name to a Couple Sluts
I might make dis bitch rain fuck the Summer Up
But we still keep a stick they dont fuck with us
But they still keep it lit cus we coming up
And we still keep it lit when they running up
But they cant be around when I double-up
Brody swinging them sticks like its double-dutch
And she's a mess don't get it twisted cus she's the Best
Keep her around just to ease the stress
Give me ya heart I dont need the meds
Take off ya clothes you dont need the dress
Put her to sleep do you need a bed
Hop in the V like you see the feds
She said don't comeback if you leave again
I remember when they used to laugh at me
Now I don't understand why they mad at me
Now she stuck on my grill like a cavity
She said I was her King like your-majesty
Keep it straight boy i aint with the fagotry
Keep the work like im built with a factory
She been tellin me lies this is Blasphemy
All my brodies gon ride they gon' blast for me
Like don't think about it just hop in and ride
I need the green put the beef to the side
He'll do it for ten but I'll do it for five
He gotta be seen so we kept him alive
They was just cappin' they ain't wanna let us in
They know we get the cheese bring the lettuce in
Most of my brodies been tweakin off Medicine
Like I just hope it dont fuck with they head again
Keep thinkin bout her get the fuck out my brain
Shorty a beast and I think ima tame
How do u deal wit the fortune and fame?
Said I walk with the stick like this shit was a cane
Be on my shit I just swerve in my lane
Brody got hit but he aint give a name
You gotta switch said your brody a lame
Why you rather control him than teach him the game
I might pour out my pain in a double-cup
I might give out my name to a couple sluts
I might make this bitch rain fuck the summer up
But we still keep a stick they don't fuck with us
But they still keep it lit cus we comin up
And we still keep it lit when they runnin up
But they cant be around when I double-up
Brody swinging them sticks like its double-dutch

Written by:
Chantze Holmes

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