Double It
l want that son-of-a-bitch dead!
I want him dead!
What am l, alone in this world?
Did l ask you what you're tryin' to do?
Did l ask you what you're tryin' to do?
(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)
l want you to get this fuck where he breathes!
l want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him dead!
l want his family dead, I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes!
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
I got that juice, she liking what I'm pouring
I fill it up til' that shit overflowing
I'm taking off and I ain't never slowing
Put two and two together like I be sewing
Put three and three together, call it a triple
I'm ballin' hard, I never double dribble
Call me a mack, fuck a lil' McGriddle
Give her a look, I bet she 'bout to giggle
I'm be too hot, I'm steamy like a sizzle
Don't get caught lacking, caught up in the middle
Don't get caught lacking, caught up in a pickle
The chosen one, they call me sacrificial
1-on-1, I can't talk to the middleman
You can't match up to me, you a little man
Show me ass and some cash, I'm a simple man
Pray to God every day, I'm a sinful man
Gotta little land
Want a Urus, can't fuck with a little lamb
I'm the bigger man
I'm a shit on you boys like a litter pan
Had to grind by myself, I ain't get a hand
Overlooked, they ain't even want lend a hand
You a fake nigga, you just a rent-a-man
But, my dog, he gon' slide like a sprinter van
Had to run up a check, I'm a digit-man
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
Thought it was over but, I'm never finished
Mixing that lean with the Sprite like a chemist
He shooting bullets, look at how he send it
Now, you running back to the Smith like you Emmett
I am that nigga, fuck you mean, I been it
I buy the shit, you gon' fuck 'round and rent it
Stuck in the game like a tack, I'm a pin it
Can't wait til' my facial features on a pendant
He learn the harder way, I take his pennies
Take yo' lil' ho on a date to the Denny's
He wanna rob, he just jack son for twenties
Don't need to take, we got food for the plenty
Changing my style, they gon' copy, I'm trendy
Just 'cause you with me don't mean you get Fendi
I'm dropping heat now, the streets in a frenzy
Don't know how I'm fitting the racks in my skinnies
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
Run up that money and double it (Run up that money and double it)
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I want him dead!
What am l, alone in this world?
Did l ask you what you're tryin' to do?
Did l ask you what you're tryin' to do?
(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)
l want you to get this fuck where he breathes!
l want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him dead!
l want his family dead, I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes!
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
I got that juice, she liking what I'm pouring
I fill it up til' that shit overflowing
I'm taking off and I ain't never slowing
Put two and two together like I be sewing
Put three and three together, call it a triple
I'm ballin' hard, I never double dribble
Call me a mack, fuck a lil' McGriddle
Give her a look, I bet she 'bout to giggle
I'm be too hot, I'm steamy like a sizzle
Don't get caught lacking, caught up in the middle
Don't get caught lacking, caught up in a pickle
The chosen one, they call me sacrificial
1-on-1, I can't talk to the middleman
You can't match up to me, you a little man
Show me ass and some cash, I'm a simple man
Pray to God every day, I'm a sinful man
Gotta little land
Want a Urus, can't fuck with a little lamb
I'm the bigger man
I'm a shit on you boys like a litter pan
Had to grind by myself, I ain't get a hand
Overlooked, they ain't even want lend a hand
You a fake nigga, you just a rent-a-man
But, my dog, he gon' slide like a sprinter van
Had to run up a check, I'm a digit-man
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
Thought it was over but, I'm never finished
Mixing that lean with the Sprite like a chemist
He shooting bullets, look at how he send it
Now, you running back to the Smith like you Emmett
I am that nigga, fuck you mean, I been it
I buy the shit, you gon' fuck 'round and rent it
Stuck in the game like a tack, I'm a pin it
Can't wait til' my facial features on a pendant
He learn the harder way, I take his pennies
Take yo' lil' ho on a date to the Denny's
He wanna rob, he just jack son for twenties
Don't need to take, we got food for the plenty
Changing my style, they gon' copy, I'm trendy
Just 'cause you with me don't mean you get Fendi
I'm dropping heat now, the streets in a frenzy
Don't know how I'm fitting the racks in my skinnies
Used to have to squeeze into Team Flight Jordans
Now, I make a hit whenever I'm recording
Lean in yo' kidney, looking for an organ
You roll the dice, spin the wheel, Wheel of Fortune
Adopting my swag, I heard you was an orphan
I get so fly it's looking like I'm soaring
She wearing nothing, liking what she sporting
Arrange the meeting, we can do the sorting
Run up that money and double it (Run up that money and double it)
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Credits
Writer(s): Camaran Parker
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