Olympics - The Doppelgangaz

Cyn Santana with the dog filter’s everything honey

That’s food for the sharks, shit, ‘cus everything’s chummy

You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked her

Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Celery Victor

Catch my good side in the flicks by Richter

We out in Woodside, smacked off the elixir

Picture a Ganga in some Dennis Busenitz

Own the building and we got tenants

Shit he copped a fleet of homes

Right next to Rashida Jones

To each is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone

We eat alone and make a toast to sobriety

Slurping bivalves of the east coast variety

The diet be, whatever we might be keen to bake

Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima steak

Waiting ‘til its daybreak

You a day late, shit, protect the namesake

And it boils, and it really takes not only a lot of people

Who have uh confidence in their area but

Genuine teamwork

A-yo I roll up, Nissan Juke color of puke

Niggas that your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke

A fake alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie

A big momma known to lap it up and leave a numb thigh

Push the Hyundai, high yella, she buys Stella’s

And recently got her prescription filled for the Kybella

Nah, just Leave your jowl the way it is

Your wattles ain’t hanging half as low as they say it is

Ok it is, couldn’t tell you what day it is or year it is

But If Dopp Hopp was a beer it’d be an IPA

Got a wipey and tray for the ABDL fetish

Is you changing my diapy bae?

Aye, It’s like the words to a certain song

We steady mobbing 'til the day that the curtains drawn

My Word is born shorty bobbing and flirting strong

Four in the morn when my nigga Robin Lundberg is on

We gone