Makai Keyes - DOUBLE G (feat. Modest Felons) Lyrics

I'm a double OG where I stay
Niggas know the name Constant, you better watch this
It's the god widdit process, nigga aw shit, y'all shit
Ain't be on shit, I like to talk shit
Motherf*ckers really walk it, niggas mobbin'
Out in Antioch they lost it, move with caution
Street stalking in the darkness, there be some monsters
I know some niggas that'll dog you for Aeropostale
Bitch I said that I'm a god so I got apostles
Better f*ck up out my face, aye
Fly Me to the Moon did a K up in a day
See me next year widdit, we be up in space, mane
We be making plays on our own on the low, hollup
It ain't fun (it ain't fun), but ain't it funny how think you be the ones
Get the f*ck out where I stay, bitch, I been on the way, day ones finna stay with me
Cutting out the fake niggas staying on snake shit, aye
Modest Felons and the Keyes, got the double G's
Got Chanel up on my sleeves with the double C's
I'm next up, might just tour overseas
See a bitch in the crowd, f*ck her then I leave
Yeah, we don't do no basic
Dior not the Asics, tying up my laces
Spend a couple bands on some Places and Faces
Got designer brands on a first-name basis
Feeling gracious, got me sayin' all my graces
Crib is spacious, always makin' renovations
Been impatient, 'cause I'm looking for the payment
This ain't a game, shit, we ain't playin' PlayStation
I been up all night 'cause I ain't got no time to waste, man
Stepping on the snakes I got they faces in the pavement
Getting praises, 'cause I got the dedication
I'm your favorite, I'on need to make a statement
I'm impatient, I never mean to pass on my obligations
Why you make them faces
Fast money coming gas, come with the blue faces, ay
I ain't never here to make the changes
What's the difference, I pass it and I'm tripping
You can't forget it, I roll up and I let shit go
Tell me that's my lesson, whoa, you feeling like a felon fasho, ay man
Modest gang, with the Keyes man
What you need man, we ain't here with you
We ain't here for the spill, this shit getting real
Anybody tryna go for the open kill, forreal
You know that's not my thang how I'm tryna go for range too long, on my time
On the clock I said you in the wrong, I bet you is
You can't even keep up with the song, amen
Yeah, double G's on me
Me and Modest Felons ripping through the beat, homie
Know we getting to the money guaranteed, homie
Goin' straight up to the top, you gon' see, homie