Mr. Thibs - Double Cup (feat. Anderson Bazile Jr, Payton Bowdry & Joshua Gillespie)

I'm the realest coming out my section
If I run for president I'll prolly get elected
See the man I want to see when I look at my reflection
Talking to my momma like Ima be your greatest blessing
And while I'm at it let me talk to you one time
I'm the type that really work I'm not looking for the shine
If we ain't talking money gotta go its never mind
If I 100 girls were to bug me, Dawg I wouldn't mind
Mine mine mine
Yeah I'm that dude that you heard about
Mr. bring the girlies out
Mr. bring the city out
Mr. don't talk a lot until you bring the guapy out
And everybody in my corner just know what I be's about

We coming up like yeah yeah
Haters in the back like yeah yeah
The bodies we baggings
The swagger attacking
The fans looking at us like yeah yeah
We get the bag like yeah yeah
Give me the beat I'ma spazz like yeah yeah
We broke 3k
Chasing the fame
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
Give me the loot
Give me the ball I'ma shoot
This what I do
The double cup is the fashion
Got me feeling fantastic
They say I'm more scholastic
I just say its a passion
Cause this just might be our moment
Don't join the team if your vision opposing
We gone get the W's doesn't matter who's the opponent
Don't provoke us we're magicians on the beat - hocus pocus
God's chosen
We had chosen a road that nobody knows (nobody)
What's the fortune summer scorching no one can stop our scoring
We heard your music is boring
Enemies we destroyed them
Got no time to be toying
Me and my homies are golden

Yeah I'm 2-3 from the North side
On the low end not the short side
Some say I had the short side
Had to trail blaze like I'm court-side
And the thug hurt as they would get high
And the drug dealers sold to get by
And the young bulls watched the OGs
Selling OG on the inside
Two paths had to decide
God he been watching my back
That's the truth and evil gone precide
And although all my troubles be coming
I swear I won't derive
Cause I defied
All the stereotypical norms
That they attempt to prescribe on me
All the stereotypical norms
That they attempt to prescribe on me
All the stereotypical

I was born w the sauce
But I was blessed w the juice
Coming w the slaps
But that ain't nothing new
Rolling w my dogs
6 deep that's the crew
People say they want the smoke
But I don't think they do
I might trip a little
But I always bounce back
Took a couple Ls
Now I'm back in my bag
I'ma be okay
I'ma be alright
Just keep them fingers twisted
Two in the middle like west side
She said "oh you rich rich"
I said, "no you just can't handle your business"
You can try it if you want
But you'll never catch me slipping
Got the grace and the blessing
So I always stay dripping
Wipe me down

Written by:
Anderson Bazile Jr, Joshua Gillespie, Parker Thibodeaux, Payton Bowdry

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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