2-Double-O Dash Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full 2-Double-O Dash lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore No Blickout, another song by Chuckyy.

[Verse]
First time letting off fye, I almost zipped this s*it up
Swerving hot cars, bail out blicking
Buddy was swerving when he got hit up
Glock 20, give s*it hiccups
G-L-O-C-K, my big bro
These n!ggas be yelling out “Bath”, ain’t never did s*it, this s*it ridiculous
Me and my n!ggas just leveled up, wanna hang with us? That s*it 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 hitting
In the Raq, I just be chilling, I get bored, I might go fishing
Hot car action, I don’t give no fu*ks, still swinging JJ Chicken

New (??), lil’ bro just kitted up, the back window not in it
Let a n!gga act tough, pop a Perky, ten mil’ TEC, went out of Kenny’s
And these bullets in my gun, these b!tches go wherever, red light revys
Missed getting hit up, paralyzed, no, they can’t move, the Lord can’t save ’em
Got my sister getting young, by twenty-one I’ma have a baby
If I’m not stopping the hellcat, I’m still wet dogging the Mercedes
Everywhere I go they know me, I don’t even give a fu*k about my ski mask
First time letting off that Chrome, just a younging, slow, ain’t have no ski mask
I don’t even give a fu*k ’bout that type s*it, 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 n!ggas ain’t no gangsters, they ass lame, we call ’em, “B-rad”
Everyday I make money, give no fu*k if it’s a dollar
Ran my anny up, I got my anny up, these hoes gon’ swallow
These n!ggas be acting like hoes, they sipping lemon drops out the bottle
But I can’t do that s*it, I got my lean, Tris’ reposado
Pour my lean, turn off my phone, don’t wanna talk no more
Might hit the studio, might hit the road, might go and fu*k a ho
N!ggas stole the flow they swagger jacking, talking ’bout row the boat
Invoice everyday, I check my bank account, my shirt overloaded
10K before twelve, it’s 10 a.m. and that’s just off promotions
Jail break kind of fast, we fu*ked the Urus up, get on the shoulder
We put belt to ass, bro dunk on s*it, we up, it’s fu*king over
We get s*it done, boy they told you
Bronem leaving s*it slumped over