Eve - Double R What

What up what up what up yea
Eve let's do it again Hahaha
Yea it's the ghost
Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit
I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin extra lame
Here's the game
when I shoot seeds
your man can catch your brain
He looked a hero when
he drove the taxi
in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down
if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick
and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche
got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple
haze in it
little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through
fuck around and
I'ma blast you
Do what I have to
tryin to get my math too
I leave a message
ain't a phone I use
I call my niggas
bat em down
they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead
niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas
know my tools
I got a gun
you need to stand fo
FUCK YOU BRING YO MAN FO
S be the ghost Double R What
First come the hawk
then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards
on they way to Allah
E V E Double R What
First lady I just point
they squeeze
Ryde or Die Double R What
Better keep your hammer right
by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that
I even made niggas set goals
I wanna know how many bullets
can your flesh hold
Thirty two or whatever
the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk
you to death rather
than talk you to death
Cause listenin is like livin
when yo talkin is death
So y'all better start readin
before you start bleedin
And the odds was against
us before we got EVEn
Niggas in the hood
don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince
CD own bumpin a kiss
Nigga frontin I get my you
in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof
in the trunk
Play the block
with the Royal Blue 45
and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY
Get my diesel from South Beach
you ain't got a ride
getchu a cab
ya' bitches is mad
Eve got the shit and smash
S be the ghost Double R What
First come the hawk
then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards
on they way to Allah
E V E Double R What
First lady I just point
they squeeze
Ryde or Die Double R What
Better keep your hammer right
by your side
I'm a savage bitch
Ain't nobody gettin close to this
And ain't nobody flipped
and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit
and coach this shit
You feelin' lucky
then aproach me shit
I'm like the glass
you just the coaster bitch
Under me
You wanna make it ugly
can't do nothin bout it
Angry at the public buggin me
Rat bitch pot bitch
hungover hot bitch
Wantin all that money
fuckin gettin all
that rock shiiit
Scared of who huh
we goin get rid of you
Climbin the walls wit
gimmicks that shit is pitiful
Dawgs close by me so why try me
They wan cop me
but they too sloppy
Damn I gotchu stuck in a box
You feelin trapped
got your stomach in knots
Cause I ain't lettin go
I keepin it locked
I know you gettin mad
cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread baby
I don't fuck with mutts
Come on
S be the ghost Double R What
First come the hawk
then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards
on they way to Allah
E V E Double R What
First lady I just point
they squeeze
Ryde or Die Double R What
Better keep your hammer right
by your side