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double the l - e# da realest lyrics

yo
(jizzy)
yo, it’s yung infamous e, man
come on, real gz smoke trees
(brrrr, yung infamous e done did this cold sh*t)
yo, look, yo, yo

bore em up, bore em up
saw the luck to hit the floor and dump
too much blood on my trainers, but on my red sketchers makes no difference, same ting as the haters
tell me i’m lacking, i’ll slap him
the side road gang still tell us we’re fakers
brought them the shakers, double the l with the maces
we’re up after dissed like the lakers
bore em up, bore em up
saw the luck to hit the floor and dump
too much blood on my trainers, but on my red sketchers makes no difference, same ting as the haters
tell me i’m lacking, i’ll slap him
the side road gang still tell us we’re fakers
brought them the shakers, double the l with the maces
we’re up after dissed like the lakers

i’m feelin’ rusty at putting dead bodies in the truck
that’s mater’s
i still get wages, when we hit road in skaters
corn gets busy then laters
none of our man catch cases
no longer get __ in to snake us
when opp boys try to come in
stick out the window for those occasions
i heard shh got shot with a shh*84
can’t mention the machines they push anymore
we sell guns, many borers
say we’re plugs, we don’t sell drugs to herbivores
ask any man in the hood where he got his gun from
he’ll just say the heater is tecky, run from the gun
the bottom of your shoes be brown and wet like my man’s telly
my* my best don’t need no cleaning, meaning
i don’t get bunned while skeeting
if it’s a cannon that he be yeeting
on his shoulder rests some metal that freezing
double lz, he a rapper too
in my last album, i made easy
only when there’s a sheffing, there’s cleaning blades
and the news gets played in the evening
bore em up, bore em up
saw the luck to hit the floor and dump
too much blood on my trainers, but on my red sketchers makes no difference, same ting as the haters
tell me i’m lacking, i’ll slap him
the side road gang still tell us we’re fakers
brought them the shakers, double the l with the maces
we’re up after dissed like the lakers
bore em up, bore em up
saw the luck to hit the floor and dump
too much blood on my trainers, but on my red sketchers makes no difference, same ting as the haters
tell me i’m lacking, i’ll slap him
the side road gang still tell us we’re fakers
brought them the shakers, double the l with the maces
we’re up after dissed like the lakers

my baretta hold 9 sh*lls, 9 ls
and i got 10 ls in the sk
my knife 2 iron, 1 stick on a crafting table
and that ain’t my best blade
i done a sheffing, left him sweating
how many hearts i got left for the next base
best way touch him with cannon from best range
i sh*t from the bushes and left straight
i ain’t the one that’s been beefing, usually in the whip speeding
tan him up, leave him, anonymous teaming
gang confused, no obvious reasoning
the opps could be thinking, lots of winking
meet e# and smoke that p*ssio
i ain’t socio, i’m infamous, looky yo
that’s why i always keep on my hoodie, bro
(brrr, yung infamous e done did this cold sh*t)

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