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Chuckyy - 2-Double-O Dash (Instrumental)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Meiners
David Meiners
Songwriter
Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
Songwriter
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bugg
Bugg
Producer
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Producer
Wardo
Wardo
Producer
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
First time lettin' off fye, I almost zipped this shit up
Swervin' hot cars, bail out blickin'
Buddy was swervin' when he got hit up
Glock 20, give shit hiccups
G-L-O-C-K, my big bro
These **** be yelling out "Bath", ain't never did shit, this shit ridiculous
Me and my **** just leveled up, wanna hang with us? That shit a privilege
I want rose gold with the green faces, got moissanite, the richest
I don't want no custom piece, get out my DM, that ain't hittin'
In the Raq, I just be chillin', I get bored, I might go fishing
Hot car action, I don't give no fucks, still swingin' JJ Chicken
New FN FN, lil' bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
Let a **** act tough, pop a Perky, ten mil' TEC, wеnt out of Kenny's
And these bullets in my gun, these bitches go wherever, red light revys
**** gettin' hit up, paralyzed, no, they can't move, the Lord can't save 'em
Got my sister gather young, by twenty-one I'ma have a baby
If I'm not stoppin' the Hellcat, I'm still wet doggin' the Mercedes
Everywhere I go they know me, I don't even give a fuck about my ski mask
First time lettin' off that chrome, just a youngin', slow, ain't have no ski mask
I don't even give a fuck 'bout that type shit, it's two double-o on my d-dash
I'll never post the clock now, I'm on stage, wake up, just see cash
These **** ain't no gangsters, they ass lame, we call 'em, "B-rad"
Everyday I make money, give no fuck if it's a dollar
Ran my anny up, I got my anny up, these hoes gon' swallow
These **** be actin' like hoes, they sippin' lemon drops out the bottle
But I can't do that shit, I got my lean, Tris' reposado
[Verse 2]
Pour my lean, turn off my phone, don't wanna talk no more
Might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and fuck a ho
**** stole the flow they swagger jackin', talkin' 'bout row the boat
Invoice every day, I check my bank account, my shit overloaded
10K before twelve, it's 10 a.m., and that's just off promotions
Jail break kind of fast, we fucked the Urus up, get on the shoulder
We put belt to ass, bro dunk on shit, we up, it's fuckin' over
We get shit done, boy, they told you
Bro'nem leavin' shit slumped over
Written by: Charles Davis, David Meiners, Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
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