MITCH Lyrics

Double dub

Money making Mitch , I got all VVs inside my jewels

Baby take a pic, just a couple P's, to get him blown, ain't no faking this

Bro go get drop lets get em dropped, I'm out here Baking shit

I know niggas mad, I got the bag, I'm out here taking shit

Yeah, niggas, I'm facing it, I can't do no back and forth with niggas, ain't no paper in it

Double, double, bust, His rolling down, I put my bitch in it

Aunt Joe told me, hit that shit with ice and put my wrist in it

Money, money, falling out my pocket, I like big bitches

ARP gon' put his ass to sleep, the bitch a big benny

Pussy on my line, can't waste no time, double got plenty

Fuck the opposition, they all dead, so I ain't got many

Brother, brother, we spin for each other, I'ma drop 50

Switchy left his face inside his lap, that Tony Rock hit it

Pockets full of dead, don't sip the red, Just throw some Wock in it

I ain't have no food, that's how my crib just pills and wrock in it

ARP lights on his shirt and 30 Glock hit it

I seen niggas hit the floor with shots and I hit it

Run it up, I got the Glock with it

Double all, she said, she got the 30 on the Wock with it

This nigga gave up, chasing that opps, run away, the young came up

Talking on the dead, I leave him dead, don't need his pay cut

Lil' homie in the feds, Without his dreads gone need a shape up

This shit ain't no makeup, supply it, then they pay us

Told little mama if she want that birth, then get that face up

One of a kind, bitch, I'ma die and get this paper

You pick a side, said you can die, damn, Now or later back out

I hit him with the laser, this shit wasn't bout no paper

Copy that and copy this, pussy boy, your copycat

Double dripping in Givenchy fluid, dating Floyd Beck

So much designer in my closet, they got looted out of sack

Balenciaga for the bottom, baby, that's another rack

Beat the blitz, beat the sack, turn your envoy to a pack

Damn it, all they heard was, fuck, fuck, fuck

Double back, bitch, tryna run up with that pack

They left him on his back, put the millie, made him backflip

This shit ain't no catfish, yeah, fuck it, money everlasting

I'ma be this way until they put me in a casket

No trolling on the next, you like the next, go get a basket

That's your brother, why your homie in a basket

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