Double Up

You the type of nigga that's gone fumble up
I'm the type of nigga that's gone double up
Go and take a trip, we gone run it up
If they make it back to the spot, we gone fuck 'em up

Get yo money up
Then pick up yo mans, y'all can't fuck with us
Benz or SRT this a money truck
Then get back to the spot, gotta count it up

Different type of nigga, lil bitch I'm made for it
It ain't trickin if you got it, lil bitch I paid for it
I'm tryna touch a bil my nigga said I gotta save for it
Dre D came SRT and bitch I came foreign

And we gone spin again
All these niggas love to hate
762s breaking skin
Jumped in the deep end, I'm not no shallow nigga
All them boys talking crazy send them boys hollows nigga

Brody hit me up, what the problem, nigga
He been capping with the bag
So beat it out him, nigga
Hit my Mexican he a accurate shooter
Spin the block and then we leavin that bitch faster than Uber

1000 Grams a day, I did it one play
100 Dollars in my blunt, and that's only in one eighth
I thank the Lord and say my grace
Bitch I'm movin at my pace
I had to cut my bitch off, cause she fuckin up my space

Take a trip to relocate
I just poured a four I'm moving slow outer space
All these bitches all up in my face they think I'm famous
All my niggas carry big K's, them niggas dangerous

55 Racks in a duffel bag that's a new coupe
Thirty units on the scale, shit look like a big dude
I know this ain't yo dog he a shih-tzu
Better watch what you sayin they'll get you

I feel I done seen it all
It's it's liquor I drink it all
A lotta niggas into the game and they never ball
See I slip but never fall and I risk, but never all
Young Jefe know to pass me the bag because I'ma ball



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Writer(s): Jason Ash
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