NoFace Records - Double Cup

Noface Records

Verse 1 (Aggressive)

Look... I don't even talk to you bums.

I came from the mud, I rose from the slums.

(YEA!)

Big heavy drum on the stick, it go dumb.

My fingers is numb from thumbing the funds.

Man, look at this ice. Look at this cup.

You boys going down, I'm only going up.

I TOLD YOU BEFORE I'M THE KING OF THE BLOCK!

YOU RUN TO THE COPS EVERY TIME THAT I DROP!

Pouring that purple, I float to the ceiling.

I look at my bank and I love how I'm feeling.

Ain't no concealing, the money appealing.

I jump out the coupe and I look like a million.

Double the cup, yeah, double the ice.

I'm rolling the dice, I pay any price.

My diamonds is biting, they got them a slice.

You broke and you hating, well ain't that just nice.

Chorus

Double cup with the lean, purple in my dreams.

Shining like a diamond, bursting out the seams.

Money on my mind, stacking up the green.

Watch a heavy hitter step up on the scene.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Sipping slow, living fast, you know what I mean.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Verse 2 (Double Time)

Let me just snap on the beat for a minute.

I bought a new drop and I'm acting a menace.

I swing with the iron, I ain't playing tennis.

The dentist couldn't pull the teeth on this sentence.

Blowing the loud and I'm pushing the limit.

I step in the game and you know I'm gon' win it.

Spinning the block and we clearing the block.

My shooters they ready, they keeping a Glock.

Wait. Let the beat breathe.

(Heavy 808 slams back)

Look at my sleeve. Too much to believe.

I pull off the lot, and you watching me leave.

I got a few tricks hidden under my sleeve.

Yeah, fast money, cash money, dash on the cops.

I'm hitting the gas and I'm dropping the tops.

The hustle is permanent, Killa don't stop.

I sweep up the game like I bought a new mop.

Chorus

Double cup with the lean, purple in my dreams.

Shining like a diamond, bursting out the seams.

Money on my mind, stacking up the green.

Watch a heavy hitter step up on the scene.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Sipping slow, living fast, you know what I mean.

Double cup, double cup, pouring up the lean.

Verse 3 (Wordplay)

Cup looking dirty, my record is clean.

I mix up the Sprite with a heavy routine.

I'm cutting these ties like a sharp guillotine.

You sipping on water, I'm pouring the lean.

They say I'm a dog, I need me a vet.

I step on the court, I'm nothing but net.

You making a threat? I'm placing a bet.

I bought a new Rollie, it's soaking in sweat.

(Ha!)

Yeah, ice cold.

Selling out arenas before I get old.

You doing exactly whatever you told.

I'm melting the platinum and wearing the gold.

I'm painting a picture, no need for the easel.

My pockets is fat, but I move like a weasel.

No, wait, I mean lethal. I pop like a diesel.

I'm writing a movie, I skip to the sequel.

Outro

Yeah. Killa.

Double cup.

We sipping slow but the money moving fast.

(Laughs)

Y'all boys stay out the way.