In like Twenty more days, twenty-five more days, you know what I'm sayin', like I'm poppin' out You know what I'm sayin', like (This shit finna be a re-up) Don't even worry 'bout it, just know I told y'all I'm comin' back soon as they ask, baby (Uh, Double 0) Palm trees, Miami vibe, the bitch look bad, but she tell lies like woah Double 0 flippin' the pies and servin' this shit I'ma make sure my gang gon' eat for sure Runnin' up racks on an everyday basis Goin' three sixty-five, do two hundred or more For the trappers and robbers, niggas be actin', imposters All them poles get shot too, we don't spare hoes, slatt, slatt (Denaro, where the love at?) Long live Lat Double 0 rockin' the same clothes, trappin' and servin', I get me a bird, go woah Put on my ski, walk down with that glee I don't fuck with them niggas, they won't fuck with me Fall in love with the ho, but she been fuckin' me Bad bitch, she slime, she keep white toes on her feet Eliantte diamonds, they on my neck, my cheek Watch I pop out, permanent flawless diamond teeth, woah Double 0 ain't twenty, but still fuckin' bitches that damn near thirty But I ain't slippin', my Glock in my britches You make one move, then I'm shootin' that bitch like Scottie Pippen Lil' bruh be trippin' G6, no sleep, we don't do slippin' Like GTA, know we handlin' missions Two Glocks hold thirty, so that's really sixty, ayy Like fuck it, equippin' the Glock with the switch and we bucket it Shootin' the chop with the sixty, we uppin' it Uppin' the score, we ain't missin' You know that we thuggin', we slimin' the trenches Bitch want a bag, but she ain't my ho She ain't got cash, so she gotta roll Havin' exotic 'bows, break 'em down, sell 'em whole Double 0 fuckin' exotic bitches, do two in a row Like fuck it, I know why these niggas got me in discussion Ho Instagram famous, I treat her like woah Uh, we don't play football, but we really in the field The bullets do more than concussions Niggas be swearin' they slime, tryna catch them a kill The whole time lyin' and poppin' them pills Put up, nigga want smoke, then my lil' nigga push up Hop out and chopper, it shoot 'til you look up, uh I cannot lie, but her head really fire And I fuck with that ho 'cause she down with a nigga He got hit with that fire, now his mama gon' cry Even though I'm a rapper, get active, they know I'll slide Say when you get a lil' money, you get a lil' power Bought so many chops and Glocks, could shoot for hours No bap, this time last year, I was in the A robbin' Slimin', takin' this shit, give it here Pourin' up purple, naw, it ain't red Double example, I fuck with the dead Nigga play with me, put one in his head Walk a nigga down and show you ain't scared Three shooters with switches, they do not miss And they ready, they angry, they dump at a bitch Every city or state, James Bond with that blick Hit a lick, get a chain, now you turnt and you lit