[Intro]

"Ooo SAV killed it"

This to the double cups

You know I love you

[Verse]

This a letter to the double cups, you know I love you

When I drop the pop in the wock riding in the coup

Me and you always with each other we stuck like its glue

When that styrofoam hit my hand feelin like I got the brew

Ice in the cup colder than the watch hanging off my wrist

Got my lil yeah a strap now so I ain't gotta ball a fist

We only use sprite in this clique ain't fuckin with the mist twist

When I put my lips on the rim of the double cup better than my first kiss

You ain't VIP in my circle brodie you not onna list

Playin tough with me gеt you popped like a cyst

In my bag more than a fast food workеr

Every beat I ever rap on, call 911 this a murder

Puffin banana stars but I ain't talkin baby gerber

My double cup touch me so much you woulda thought it was herbert

Seeing purple and green daily, think I'm watchin hulk

Gotta face a zip to the face but we buy in bulk

Lean sipper pop dripper type of timing we takin gulps

Ain't gotta play the middle man on the run not a pulp

Feel like I'm James Bond cause they call me Dr. No

Never say yes until we talkin bout getting dough

Curtains close when the fans throwing me roses stole the show

Lyricist when it comes to this shit Edgar Allen Poe

Old friends text my phone but I found a new road

I wish the best for yall huh, sorry it never showed

But 2Sap here to stay, you can't crack the code

Yall jumped off the bus too early, shoulda stayed and rode

Now I'm up now and they wanting to know the sauce

But I know they can't ketchup, that's their loss

Used to shop at ross but now that's a petty cost

Shining so bright now think I got painted gloss

To the ones who sticking with me through thick and thin

Yall my brothers huh, yall my Kin

When I was down yall always made sure I had a grin

Now I gotta pay my boys back, so we just begin

But this a letter to the double cups, you make me feel great

Run a play through brodie then we hit the interstate

Make money make money make money, this a true trait

Up now so all my boys got a full plate

See the fear in your face, your pupils dilated

Smooth sailing from this point on no canoe

I'm like a ticking time bomb gon blow up you cannot defuse

Paper stuffed in 4 of my pockets all of em blues

Love, N2Sap, we ain't gon lose