Song Lyrics

Double R
1818, bitch
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Y'all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions)
Ayy, yup
Yup

Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flippin' work again

'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me
They mimickin', wanna be me
Postin' the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, "Come and see me"
Give her good dick but she pee-pee
These niggas hoes, catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload
Tryna get rich, that's the goal
But these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em
Nah, he don't really want smoke
Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes
F*ck your big dawg, he a ho
I jump on they foot, she be tellin' the tell the Niño
We get 'em in for the low
My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store
They done fucked up and freed Ghost
One step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor
F*ck all the internet posts
A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass gettin' ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor with the junkies
They runnin' in after the swing in the door
I hit the plug for a boat
Finessed and made jugs on the low, had to rent a stolo
Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists
And put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money
Backends, I serve you a load of my show
The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it
And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go
But, nah, I'm really just sayin'
Niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man
These niggas makin' these diss songs
Catch you in the endzone, and blitzed up on you and your mans
Make your bitch eat up the drip
Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip
Plug gave me up on the flip
Deposit the profit then went out, go make me a flip
Might have a meetin' on the ship
I'm on the island, the package deployed on a blimp
I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water
Red meat, these lil' niggas can't swim
You see the "F" on the rims
I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim
Drippin' salt might make a spill
Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steel
My youngin, he fresh off a kill
F*ck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill
Boy, you ain't at it for real
All that tough talkin', you had the big gun off a pill
You the same nigga that cappin' on bodies
They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill
I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas
And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch

Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flippin' work again

Alexander Woods, Justin Johnson

The duration of Endzone is 3:48 minutes and seconds.