Big Double0 - What They Like

I'm balling like Rozay In Shaq World
Big double0
Tee-Lat-O

Tell them niggas stop cappin', man
Tell them niggas check the score
Tell them niggas check the score
I swear It ain't been same since I lost my dawg man

Still feel like you with me though
This the double zero, they like, I pop my shit and push the pipe
I had bitches left and right, I took some losses, they took flight
Ain't got no therapist I talk to Rozay like I'm on a kite

Hope my dog can see the change I made, I'm moving up in life
Used to ride around just selling eights still kick off we see lights
Wish I hopped out on that drill, but I was nervous, ain't gon' lie
Kept on tapping on that glizzy, now that shit work like a job

I let Broski hold that work, I pray he bring me back a bomb
It ain't all for me, this shit for us, so go ahead, take your time
Nino wick up in that hole again, still mad he took a dime
I cut back up off them perks, but I'm gon' relapse every time

Free to feel the way you feel, but I can't keep that on my mind
I keep having deja vu, I pray my dog don't try to slime
Keep your distance, you ain't fuck me back when I ain't had no ride
Now I'm pulling up new V8 with the mufflers on the side

I've been holding in my anger, built up hatred in my mind
You ain't never seen no demon with a reaper on his side
I got niggas who live fence to fence, can't wait till they outside
Pray the love you got for me for real, cause that's why you alive

See my nephew getting big, I know he know I'm getting fried
He still innocent, remember I was thugging at his size
Can't believe I lost my dawg to fentanyl, I miss the guys
Either way it go, we rock and roll, forever on your side

You can't cross us, we the crosses
Nigga, we send shit to God
We got money, guns, and drugs in different states, cause we can't be too safe
I wish I put my money in that safe, but I had copped a k

You told me you gon' love me either way, but it ain't feel the same
I used to want catch wreck, I got that bag and then my vision changed Free Llamaz, you gotta show love to the ghosts when you start getting fame
You change, and moving Oppy cause you know which way this trigger bang

Ain't been the same, they took you out the game, but you weren't even playing
Exotic packs and bows for low, we spanking shit like Pootie Tang
Heard she gave that pussy to a sucker, I can't even blame him her
Tell me what's the issue, nigga, ain't you dying for your gang

I'ma lay my pipe down when I'm next to Rozay smoking dank
Two times in my heart, I guess that's why I'm popping Perky Pinks
He ain't got no morals, said I love you, but side with the state
Too much on my mental, I don't vent no more, just sip the drink

You gotta pay them niggas, I just tell them, yo, let's hit the range
Blood been on that money, before I got it, I just call it paint

Written by:
Dave Wilson

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