Kenny McCloud - Shotz From The Double Glock lyrics

Intro [Verse1: Pouya] Pouya & Nell bout to put a spell On you mothaf**in haters, sendin em straight to hell Man, I cannot tell, you, on how we work On this music, not a b**h, I don't even flirt Yeah, she open her skirt, and let me slide right in Not f**in this b**h, im f**in some twins, from the start to the end, im goin in [Verse2: Nell] Put the skrilla on the table, i make it in an instant Chasin' paper, I got these n***as hatin from a distance Spit crack when im lifted, miss me if it ain't business You don't know who your friends is, till you puttin them years in But im bout of the millions Might run down be in your town like a pilgrim, (?new era game Aape?) ??? [Verse3: Pouya] Spittin that fire like cigarette packs, b**hes they know and we all up in our stacks f** em, and leave em, and never come back You feenin for dick like they feenin for crack Up in the street, Nell get the mac, 10 Problems we solven em fast s** on my dick, and kiss on my a**, ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan The thicker the p**y, the fatter the a** The haters want beef, but im bringing them back All of you haters are so f**in wack Shout out to Nell for gettin this track Up on the map, i dont f** with rats Im runnin this sh** like you runnin in track You talkin that sh**, ima give you a smack We come to yo crib and we eat all yo snacks [Verse4: Nell] Back on the scene, chasing the dream, moving that green, pourin that lean Pointin the beam, scope from the top Bullets gonna fling, and bodies gonna drop Yall ain't f**in with mac 10 Mac 10, go to clappin, in black land, whats happenin Bad b**h on my mattress Strip her then kick her from outta the crib Hit from the back and im catchin the grip Hittin the spliff, this how i live, Pouya tell them b**hes what it is [Verse5: Pouya] f**in, i'm buckin, and haters be duckin, cause you know im bustin, and f**in it up I dont give a f**, im spittin these bars, and these lyrics all up in a rush I gotta crush, all the paper stacks, get on my cash and get it from my ash Told that b**h to kiss my a** She a ho, so i pa** her a** to my homies, no food at the crib so i guess its bread and baloney b**hes phony Dont f** with the 4 bad b**hes on me [Verse6: Nell] Bad b**h, no shirt, f** hoes, get blow Spittin this flame when im lit off the dro Kickin like this cause this what i know You n***as gay and im hittin it so f**in her fast and then I get slow Grippin the tech, and hittin yo neck, we livin in cheques (???) [Verse7: Pouya] Hittin my flow, but what do ya know, im bout my dough I'm sendin an a**a**in to your front door Keepin it low key, talkin to me? MIA where I be f** with me, now my condos, gas and a whip, so i can't go far, dont laugh at my plans, i mean im the mans, (?) Hoes on my dick, dont you understand [Outro: Pouya&Nell]