Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Who you talking up?
Ay, please leave me alone
I'm on the Breadwinner swim team
I dive dead in your shit
Every night, I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody try me and don't top me, then they coming with me
You just be talkin', I be stalkin' with that mini Glizzy
You ever cross me, I'ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin' all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol' Muslim up in rank, and I'm like Jeff Fort
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I'm moving in the signs of these nine, you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I'm saying
No one was knowing how I was coming
Division 9 gang members saying they gon' fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain't flyin' yet?
I'm up in rank and mutual con, I got Mexico and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I'm a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn't kill my way to the clearport
But where I'm from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil' bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don't post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach
Like what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I'm in a dam with it
Used to do Camaros, on a slab, with the wham in it
Now I'm seeing things, living foreign, sippin' teas I'm importin'
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a 'Rari
I'ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I'm scarred
Like graffiti on a wall, big dreams, got 'em all
(Thumbin' through it)
I'm in magazines, I don't pour it
I'm takin' chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn't know what disaster was
Phone number's platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger
She like, what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know, I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Kevin Gates - Double Dutch Lyrics
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Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Who you talking up?
Ay, please leave me alone
I'm on the Breadwinner swim team
I dive dead in your shit
Every night, I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody try me and don't top me, then they coming with me
You just be talkin', I be stalkin' with that mini Glizzy
You ever cross me, I'ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin' all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol' Muslim up in rank, and I'm like Jeff Fort
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I'm moving in the signs of these nine, you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I'm saying
No one was knowing how I was coming
Division 9 gang members saying they gon' fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain't flyin' yet?
I'm up in rank and mutual con, I got Mexico and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I'm a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn't kill my way to the clearport
But where I'm from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil' bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don't post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach
Like what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I'm in a dam with it
Used to do Camaros, on a slab, with the wham in it
Now I'm seeing things, living foreign, sippin' teas I'm importin'
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a 'Rari
I'ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I'm scarred
Like graffiti on a wall, big dreams, got 'em all
(Thumbin' through it)
I'm in magazines, I don't pour it
I'm takin' chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn't know what disaster was
Phone number's platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger
She like, what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know, I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Who you talking up?
Ay, please leave me alone
I'm on the Breadwinner swim team
I dive dead in your shit
Every night, I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody try me and don't top me, then they coming with me
You just be talkin', I be stalkin' with that mini Glizzy
You ever cross me, I'ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin' all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol' Muslim up in rank, and I'm like Jeff Fort
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner, big driver
Bitch, you ain't living like I'm living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I'm moving in the signs of these nine, you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I'm saying
No one was knowing how I was coming
Division 9 gang members saying they gon' fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain't flyin' yet?
I'm up in rank and mutual con, I got Mexico and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I'm a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn't kill my way to the clearport
But where I'm from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil' bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don't post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach
Like what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I'm in a dam with it
Used to do Camaros, on a slab, with the wham in it
Now I'm seeing things, living foreign, sippin' teas I'm importin'
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a 'Rari
I'ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I'm scarred
Like graffiti on a wall, big dreams, got 'em all
(Thumbin' through it)
I'm in magazines, I don't pour it
I'm takin' chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn't know what disaster was
Phone number's platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger
She like, what's happenin' with you?
I hope you know, I ain't just rappin' with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin' different
My nuts be hangin' to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin' with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I hug the gutter tough
I bought a peppermint, flipped to a buttercup
I'm not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts
Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Jordan Timothy Jenks
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.