Shotz from the Double Glock

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Pouya and Nell 'bout to put a spell
On you mothafuckin' haters, sendin' 'em straight to Hell
Man, I cannot tell you how hard we work on this music
Not a bitch, I don't even flirt
Yeah, she open her skirt and let me slide right in
Not fuckin this bitch, I'm fuckin some twins
From the start to the end, I'm goin' in

[Verse 2: Nell]
Put the skrilla on the table, I make it in an instant
Chasin' paper, I got these niggas hatin' from a distance
Spit crack when it lifted, miss me if it ain't business
You don't know who your friends is
'Til you puttin' them years in
But I'm bout of the millions
Might run down, be in your town like a pilgrim
New Era game, Apes up in the mothafuckin' buildin'

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Spittin' that fire like cigarette packs
Bitches they know that we all about stacks
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, and never come back
You fiendin' for dick like they fiendin' for crack
Up in the street, Nell, get the MAC-10
Problems, we solvin' 'em fast
Suck on my dick and kiss on my ass
Ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan
The thicker the pussy, the fatter the ass
The haters want beef, but I'm bringin' them back
All of you haters are so fuckin wack
Shout out to Nell for gettin' this track
Upon the map, I don't fuck with rats
I'm runnin' this shit like you runnin' in track
You talkin' that shit, I'ma give you a smack
We come to yo' crib and we eat all yo' snacks

[Verse 4: Nell]
Back on the scene, chasin' the dream
Movin' that green, pourin' the lean
Pointin' the beam, scope on the top
Bullets gon' fling and bodies gon' drop
Y'all ain't fuckin with MAC-10
MAC-10 go to clappin' in black land, what's happenin'?
Bad bitch on my mattress
Strip her then kick her from outta the crib
Hit from the back and I'm catchin' the grip
Hittin' the spliff, this how I live
Pouya, tell 'em bitches what it is

[Verse 5: Pouya]
Fuckin, I'm buckin', and haters be duckin'
'Cause you know I'm bustin' and fuckin' it up
I dont give a fuck, I'm spittin' these bars and these lyrics all up in a rush
I got a crush on the paper stacks
Get on my cash and get from my ass
Told that bitch to kiss my ass
She a ho, so I pass her ass to my homies
No food at the crib so I guess its bread and baloney
Bitches phony, don't fuck with the four bad bitches on me

[Verse 6: Nell]
Bad bitch, no shirt, fuck hoes, get blow
Spittin' this flame when I'm lit off the dro
Kickin' like this 'cause this what I know
You niggas gay and I'm hittin' it so
Fuckin' her fast and then I get slow
Grippin' the TEC and hittin' yo' neck
We livin' in cheques and I'm from the four

[Verse 7: Pouya]
Hittin' my flow, but what do ya know, I'm 'bout my dough
I'm sendin' an assassin to your front door
Keepin' it low-key, talkin' to me? MIA where I be
Fuck with me, not my condos, gas in the whip so I can't go far
Don't laugh at my plans and meet my demands
Hoes on my dick, don't you understand?

[Outro: Nell, Pouya & Denzel Curry]
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Follow me @PouyalilPou with no followers, fuck you
Denzel get fat hoes