Double G - French Montana, Pop Smoke

I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me

Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief

If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see

All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s

I’m dark skinned and handsome

She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»

She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer

And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga

Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga

I’m the main one, I can’t run, eyes red like Saint John’s

Broke down the work in eight corners, now the like eight farms

One king and eight pawns, pull up in 'bout eight foreigns

I hit it then run like I got eight warrants, 800K chorus

Three quarter minks out the forest, pull up in them Ashton Martins

Got low, now it’s back to ballin', bet I’ll slang Eve out the garden

Like I’m Nore, know the Cokeboys get it cheaper

Got my top down, my feet up, nigga sleep is when we creep up

Smokin' on that ether, cup of lean

I pull up in that you can’t afford this

Fresh up off the block, now I’m on the Forbes list

I’m walkin' down your block like I’m a tourist

Packs in it, dark tinted, black Camaro

Got the Cubans for the stash, I’m Robert Deniro

Millionaires, all my niggas fly in Lears

South Bronx, King Arthur gon' grab a chair

Where it’s fire, there is smoke, G5 in the air

French and Pop Smoke blowin' smoke, that don’t see it clear

Top charts in the field, top dogs in the buildin'

I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me

Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief

If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see

All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s

I’m dark skinned and handsome

She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»

She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer

And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga

Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga