Double cup
Some one pass me the Dutch
I'm a drank head
Me and trigga pouring cups
And we be sipping wock
I heard you be sipping tuss
Never mind that
I'm just leanin
I'm so stuck
And when them niggas
Tried to rob me
Bro you know I had to buss
I gotta keep the 30
Shoot like curry in the clutch
Nigga make the wrong move
Or even talk
Ima dump
Police pull me over
Tryna charge me for a cup
But Ima real nigga
So my lawyer switched it up
And I be stacking gwala
Hit the mall and f*ck it up
And we don't check no price baby tell me what you want
Bitch I really rock designer
I ain't lying in my songs
And she like jordo you so solid
Real Niggas turn her on
I'm either copping or serving
So I keep a separate phone
And I keep a extra zone
For my niggas out here grinding
Making money on they own
Just hit my phone
Broski tell me wyo
Me and my brothers Tryna make it
So we moving all these zones
I'm in all red Buick
Sliding sitting on chrome
I got shawty in the passenger
She pouring up a 5th
She said what's that on trunk
I said baby that's a 6
Houston niggas gone relate
Cause I really do this shit
Remind me what you Tryna cop
Man I'm high dab
And you won't ever catch me lacking
Cause I always keep the stick
Drop location
Bitch it's lit u
Or the addy and the zip
I bet these bullets make you flip
Pull with a gang of niggas
I ain't talking bout the crips
Bitch we here to empty clips
Every track I gotta rip
Grill shine behind my lip
Diamonds blind no eclipse
I'm like django with the whip
Making plays to stack the chips
Bad bitch make her strip
Make her bring me back a grip
Tracking number
Got it shipped
Waiting on a couple zips
My other plug by the border
So I gotta take a trip
And he always showing love
We got a good relationship
I hate when niggas make excuses
Nigga take that ownership
I remember I was broke
And I could never picture this
Now I'm getting to this paper
Sipping on this dirty shit
Double cup of that mud
Sipping red og blood
Or that purple or that tech
My niggas aiming at ya head
So ain't no point to wear a vest
But I'm running to a check
Grinding I might drop a sweat
And can't nobody tell me nothing
Cause I plan to be the best
Jordo Bandz - Double Cup Lyrics
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Double cup
Some one pass me the Dutch
I'm a drank head
Me and trigga pouring cups
And we be sipping wock
I heard you be sipping tuss
Never mind that
I'm just leanin
I'm so stuck
And when them niggas
Tried to rob me
Bro you know I had to buss
I gotta keep the 30
Shoot like curry in the clutch
Nigga make the wrong move
Or even talk
Ima dump
Police pull me over
Tryna charge me for a cup
But Ima real nigga
So my lawyer switched it up
And I be stacking gwala
Hit the mall and f*ck it up
And we don't check no price baby tell me what you want
Bitch I really rock designer
I ain't lying in my songs
And she like jordo you so solid
Real Niggas turn her on
I'm either copping or serving
So I keep a separate phone
And I keep a extra zone
For my niggas out here grinding
Making money on they own
Just hit my phone
Broski tell me wyo
Me and my brothers Tryna make it
So we moving all these zones
I'm in all red Buick
Sliding sitting on chrome
I got shawty in the passenger
She pouring up a 5th
She said what's that on trunk
I said baby that's a 6
Houston niggas gone relate
Cause I really do this shit
Remind me what you Tryna cop
Man I'm high dab
And you won't ever catch me lacking
Cause I always keep the stick
Drop location
Bitch it's lit u
Or the addy and the zip
I bet these bullets make you flip
Pull with a gang of niggas
I ain't talking bout the crips
Bitch we here to empty clips
Every track I gotta rip
Grill shine behind my lip
Diamonds blind no eclipse
I'm like django with the whip
Making plays to stack the chips
Bad bitch make her strip
Make her bring me back a grip
Tracking number
Got it shipped
Waiting on a couple zips
My other plug by the border
So I gotta take a trip
And he always showing love
We got a good relationship
I hate when niggas make excuses
Nigga take that ownership
I remember I was broke
And I could never picture this
Now I'm getting to this paper
Sipping on this dirty shit
Double cup of that mud
Sipping red og blood
Or that purple or that tech
My niggas aiming at ya head
So ain't no point to wear a vest
But I'm running to a check
Grinding I might drop a sweat
And can't nobody tell me nothing
Cause I plan to be the best
Some one pass me the Dutch
I'm a drank head
Me and trigga pouring cups
And we be sipping wock
I heard you be sipping tuss
Never mind that
I'm just leanin
I'm so stuck
And when them niggas
Tried to rob me
Bro you know I had to buss
I gotta keep the 30
Shoot like curry in the clutch
Nigga make the wrong move
Or even talk
Ima dump
Police pull me over
Tryna charge me for a cup
But Ima real nigga
So my lawyer switched it up
And I be stacking gwala
Hit the mall and f*ck it up
And we don't check no price baby tell me what you want
Bitch I really rock designer
I ain't lying in my songs
And she like jordo you so solid
Real Niggas turn her on
I'm either copping or serving
So I keep a separate phone
And I keep a extra zone
For my niggas out here grinding
Making money on they own
Just hit my phone
Broski tell me wyo
Me and my brothers Tryna make it
So we moving all these zones
I'm in all red Buick
Sliding sitting on chrome
I got shawty in the passenger
She pouring up a 5th
She said what's that on trunk
I said baby that's a 6
Houston niggas gone relate
Cause I really do this shit
Remind me what you Tryna cop
Man I'm high dab
And you won't ever catch me lacking
Cause I always keep the stick
Drop location
Bitch it's lit u
Or the addy and the zip
I bet these bullets make you flip
Pull with a gang of niggas
I ain't talking bout the crips
Bitch we here to empty clips
Every track I gotta rip
Grill shine behind my lip
Diamonds blind no eclipse
I'm like django with the whip
Making plays to stack the chips
Bad bitch make her strip
Make her bring me back a grip
Tracking number
Got it shipped
Waiting on a couple zips
My other plug by the border
So I gotta take a trip
And he always showing love
We got a good relationship
I hate when niggas make excuses
Nigga take that ownership
I remember I was broke
And I could never picture this
Now I'm getting to this paper
Sipping on this dirty shit
Double cup of that mud
Sipping red og blood
Or that purple or that tech
My niggas aiming at ya head
So ain't no point to wear a vest
But I'm running to a check
Grinding I might drop a sweat
And can't nobody tell me nothing
Cause I plan to be the best
Writer: jordan chang
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