Lyrics Double G - French Montana, Pop Smoke

Double G

I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see
All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s
I’m dark skinned and handsome
She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»
She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer
And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga
I’m the main one, I can’t run, eyes red like Saint John’s
Broke down the work in eight corners, now the like eight farms
One king and eight pawns, pull up in 'bout eight foreigns
I hit it then run like I got eight warrants, 800K chorus
Three quarter minks out the forest, pull up in them Ashton Martins
Got low, now it’s back to ballin', bet I’ll slang Eve out the garden
Like I’m Nore, know the Cokeboys get it cheaper
Got my top down, my feet up, nigga sleep is when we creep up
Smokin' on that ether, cup of lean
I pull up in that you can’t afford this
Fresh up off the block, now I’m on the Forbes list
I’m walkin' down your block like I’m a tourist
Packs in it, dark tinted, black Camaro
Got the Cubans for the stash, I’m Robert Deniro
Millionaires, all my niggas fly in Lears
South Bronx, King Arthur gon' grab a chair
Where it’s fire, there is smoke, G5 in the air
French and Pop Smoke blowin' smoke, that don’t see it clear
Top charts in the field, top dogs in the buildin'
I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see
All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s
I’m dark skinned and handsome
She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»
She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer
And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga