Double Up - SKAM2?

COUPE I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Triple up, catch 'em down Stick 'em up, takin' his shit Piece 'em up, throw 'em up Eat 'em up, how it just hit She was up, I was up, we was up, that's how it went That's my baby but shе ain't no kid I ain't her baby, but I'm in her crib Twin just snuck my fire in this bitch Don't makе shit hot in this bitch Inside of my mouth gettin' dry I'm high as a bitch No way I'm hidin' this shit My shirt had shot-holes shots go fire in the 6 Malfoy, we ridin' with sticks My fault, my folks might fire up on sight in this bitch See somethin' they don't like in this bitch (Bitch) I can tell when you say it's fine you can tell ain't no way it's fine You was so focused on saving time me and my gang still came on time Walk in this bitch on playa' time Time still money, don't play with time Reaching my level gon' take some time But tell 'em folks if I can't take my .9 I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Let's go in, in, in (Yeah) Double up all my ends, ends, ends (Yeah) Double up 'til them Ms, Ms, in (Yeah) Then double up again, 'gain, 'gain (Yeah), yeah Double the money double the dimes, fuck a nickel I do double the ballin,' it look like double dribble If I dump it, my dawg doublin' down on you niggas All the duckin' and dodgin' only double the odds Of gettin' hit with some shit That'll fuck up the function (Boom, free) I double up in this bitch (Bitch) I double up with my bitch (Bitch) I double up and I dip I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah)

Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo Ooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Lately i been spazzin' way to hard I spend me some racks just to get me this far Balecnci' the shoes, panties drop to the floor We keepin it goin' she askin' for more Keep that money runnin' up in advance Lit shit, damn I feel like the man Bodies drop when they see it get hot Long way, used to chill on the block Hallways with the wholes in the socks And I want that crib on top of the hills I know if I grind a lot I'll make a mill I'm runnin' it up and I'm keepin' it real These b*tches been callin' Im lovin' the feel They want the packs, I'm runnin it back New Gucci shoes, with no strings attached Hit me for features and I gonna tax Cause I'm on the top and I ain't fallin' back And I'm on the top like I'm taking the pose Bottles been poppin', got stains on my clothes Watch how I move, they been takin' they notes I know that they wanna pop off woah Drop off the top, come apart woah My engine been roarin' too loud I'm runnin' up checks while they runnin' they mouth Yea, yea, yea, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Now I'm ballin', I'm ballin' These labels keep callin' If I got a band, ima get it no joke I'm droppin' I'm droppin' The bottles keep poppin' I'm bouta take off, better keep it on low My hittas be whilin', I swear that I'm stylin' I came off a brick, I won't go back no more I been workin', I'm workin' My fingers been hurtin' I flex on you n*ggas My pockets been swole It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo

Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in harlem Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a o-z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, think i'm easy to touch, Then you been watchin' a little bit of tv, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like i ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a cd, slash here's a dime of that crack Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New york baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention jada pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that i had, had to take the good with the bad Like joe on the run, put his fuckin p o it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa cam, i heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south Rap ain't that great neither, i got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet 2x 3: un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch Ceo joint bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but i'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first deal Leased his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z Gone respond, walk out the rusty Car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all little men, i be un man??? charli baltimore and lil' kim And yall can't see these flows, If you wanna be stars see the ceo