Ace Hood - Double Cup lyrics

rate me

OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam

Sippin’ slow while they blowin’ strong

All I need is my dirty sprite

All I need is her super dome

Drapped up & I’m dripped out

K-dup and my pistol out

Bad bitch, she thick as fuck

And I’m tryna see what that pussy ’bout

Bust it open for a real nigga

Bust it open for a trill nigga

Touchdown, What up H-Town?

Lonley the Pimp this ones for you!

Bun B my nigga Thrae The Truth

Still in the Coupe when I’m double deuce

Still in the Hood on that purple food

You better know what I’m sippin’ ain’t grape juice

I be floatin through the city, let my chain swang

Hoy you living young nigga? Tryna maintain

Get money, Fuck lames

All my lil niggas on the same page

Spittin’ racks when I’m up in nema’s

Gimme head, she gon’ catch the semen

Hatin’ on me? Nigga so what

Know what? (Pour up)

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (I said it) (x3)

F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (pour up) (x3)

F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Gangsta nigga, I’m ’bout it

I’m Trill as fuck so don’t doubt it

Tell me whats the happs

Cuz you know I’m strapped

A nigga never leave home with out it

I’m posted up in that Cadi

I’m twisting up a big fatty

And it’s full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe

And you know she callin’ me daddy

I’m a Trill OG and I earned it

That G-Code, nigga I learned it

So when I saw the dough they had for me bro

I just grabbed the knob and I turned it

I wanted bread so I chased it

And I got so close I could taste it

Then I played the deck and got my respect

So nigga I’m the King now just face it

I’m in the house and I’m chillin’

My mind on cash and I’m willin’

I’m on a paper chase with no time to waste

So I give a fuck how you feelin’

I’m sideways on that buck

My setas is stitched and they tucked

You ain’t down with that

Then Imma hide your hat

And your ass would be outta luck, wassup?

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (x3) (yuh) (hold up)

F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (already) (x3)

F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Shit, Well it’s that young nigga

From the South Side, of the U.S.A

I need calimine l-lotion cuz

A nigga music bumpin’

A nigga came from nothin to sayin nevermind

To the pretty girls in the magazines

Yo girlfriend look like Maxime

My phonebook full of Billy Jean’s

Condoms made out them limousine’s

I been a fiend for that codeine

Since Martin Luther was like 13

F-fuck then Queenz cuz I’m a King

Put 5% on everything

I done threw 10 on top of 10

Bumper kit on bumper kit

Threw my last bitch on my new bitch

Then threw 10 on my fuckin git

I done came down,

Hold it down for that H-town

I’mma take the crown

Sippin’ Hen don’t fuck with crying

But I’mma just drop this 4 for 9

And free my cousin thats doing time

I’mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down

To hold it down for a real nigga

Young Kirko a young Trill nigga

(Bangz)