Prod. LVCIEN

LYRICS:

You couldn’t tell me 
young nigga wasn’t up 
I keep sum purp
Right in the double cup 
Bih got him hurt 
That nigga doubled up
I tol her jump 
Baby it’s double Dutch 
I tol her fuck 
Or get off the promenade 
I cook up the dope 
This is not papa John’s 
Fuck is sum hope 
We ain’t got none of that 
We make it work 
Or we gon double back 

Yea

Bih we jus double back back 
I got a chip on my shoulder like rap snacks 
I tol em gng finna catch him w rat traps 
30 round glock & it’s right in the knapsack 
It get you wet wet 
Jus like the ocean 
I got a weird last name til stolson 
I was jus ri-din high 
Coastin 
I had a bail & a bond she post it 
If it was beef lil nigga we roast it 
You aint never heard yungtone like this
 baby
I’m on some whole other flow shit 
Tol that bih put the money on the floor bih 
I’m ridin round town & I’m tryna flow shit 
Lil bih hit me up & I promise I ghosted
I don’t give a fuck bouta a nigga or a bitch & I swear that x2
I’m ridin town w the glock & im tryna go hear it

Just a guy inspired by 80's synths and videogames.

too late to win too early to know 

302 • Rick’s World • LLJOJO

2x

YvngTonyB