Double Up
Learned If ain't got nothing to do with me
Don't sweat about it
Don't talk out ya neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
No pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm a pretty bitch
Yeah I like pretty shit
Don't like no frilly shit
You'll never catch me doing ditzy shit
Clout chasing, sucking dick
Niggas gone go crazy
Don't label me, fuck them boxes
My style versatile
You love me, why try to knock me
I see you flexing money
I'm supposed to think that you poppin
You drive a nice car
You step out and the bitches flockin
Yo girl on my line
Cause yo thirsty ass in my comments
Don't nobody want that nigga
Sis leave him or run his pockets
Niggas flexing borrowed ice
Living in a lie
Why you fronting like you live that life
They see it in yo eyes
Gucci wallets but it's lint in it
Buss down but you renting it
Niggas worried bout a trend
And running round got kids and shit
I learned that if I don't got nothing to do with me don't sweat about it
Don't talk out yo neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect, you gotta earn it Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
No pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I can't fuck with no simple
Materialistic nigga
That lack of substance make me itch
Always poppin that ra ra
Ain't shot one pistol nigga
Under that drip, I can tell you still a bitch
You got the right one
I ain't about to back down to shit
That's why his lips pursed and his hand in a fist
My bro just walked in with that thang on his hip
Go on and pop
If I snap, he gone let that bitch rip
I'm on these niggas like white paint on fences
Like brown grease on skillets
Like shell casings on bullets
Can't pump no fear in me
My intuition steering me
Im out here chasing bags, you chasing ass
You ain't a man, you just a kid to me
I learned that if I don't got nothing to do with me don't sweat about it
Don't talk out yo neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect, you gotta earn it Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
Ain't no pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double on these niggas
Don't sweat about it
Don't talk out ya neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
No pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm a pretty bitch
Yeah I like pretty shit
Don't like no frilly shit
You'll never catch me doing ditzy shit
Clout chasing, sucking dick
Niggas gone go crazy
Don't label me, fuck them boxes
My style versatile
You love me, why try to knock me
I see you flexing money
I'm supposed to think that you poppin
You drive a nice car
You step out and the bitches flockin
Yo girl on my line
Cause yo thirsty ass in my comments
Don't nobody want that nigga
Sis leave him or run his pockets
Niggas flexing borrowed ice
Living in a lie
Why you fronting like you live that life
They see it in yo eyes
Gucci wallets but it's lint in it
Buss down but you renting it
Niggas worried bout a trend
And running round got kids and shit
I learned that if I don't got nothing to do with me don't sweat about it
Don't talk out yo neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect, you gotta earn it Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
No pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I can't fuck with no simple
Materialistic nigga
That lack of substance make me itch
Always poppin that ra ra
Ain't shot one pistol nigga
Under that drip, I can tell you still a bitch
You got the right one
I ain't about to back down to shit
That's why his lips pursed and his hand in a fist
My bro just walked in with that thang on his hip
Go on and pop
If I snap, he gone let that bitch rip
I'm on these niggas like white paint on fences
Like brown grease on skillets
Like shell casings on bullets
Can't pump no fear in me
My intuition steering me
Im out here chasing bags, you chasing ass
You ain't a man, you just a kid to me
I learned that if I don't got nothing to do with me don't sweat about it
Don't talk out yo neck
Talk to me nice or write a check about it
You want respect, you gotta earn it Don't be vexed about it
Lip poked out, hand in a fist, oh you upset about it
Ay I can't fuck with these niggas
Keep my head to the curb cause I don't trust these niggas
I'm just doing what I can
Ain't no love with these niggas
Screaming fuck what you heard
I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double up on these niggas
I'm just tryna live my best life
Ain't no pleasing these niggas
Could've showed you what the best like
Man fuck y'all opinions
Screaming fuck what you heard I'll double up on these niggas
I'm about to double on these niggas
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Writer(s): Jeul Roberts
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