Doubleup

Lyrics

[Intro: Ruben Slikk] Yeah, this one for the bad bitches Posh Gang, Dade County street sweepers, nigga You already see the graffiti art and all that shit, man Shoutout to Freebase, out in London gettin' the bitches [Verse 1: Bizerk] We just in here tryna win', tryin' not to sin So much smoke, there's no oxygen Can't fake if I tried, too real Red flags, blue steel Split ya wig, get ya orange peeled Spill that shit, these streets filled Wit' black magic in my knapsack Got pocket rockets so back, back [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Got two key, got two guns Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone Some golden toilets I poop on So many bitches, they too fine Double up, doublе up, double up, double up Double up, doublе up, double up, double up Got two phones, got two zones Got two twins with two clones I'm slidin' through in that two-tone And I done killed 'bout two, shawty Double up, double up, double up, double up Double up, double up, double up, double up (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Ruben Slikk, shawty, came through wit' two wives Yeah, they want a threesome, shawty rock the tube top Nutted on her crop top, kinda like an OG Mack, and she don't suck dick, still blow it Then we ride through in the whip, got a stolen Everybody love how a nigga got the gold one Gold long dick, gold long dick Gold toilet seats, that's the place I take a shit Oh, yeah, oh, damn Ruben fuckin' Slikk got a hunnid pack of xans And they goin' for a hunnid and the drop, they go five Holla at a kid, put that weed in black n mild [Chorus: Ruben Slikk & Bizerk] Got two key, got two guns Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone Some golden toilets I poop on So many bitches, they too fine Double up, double up, double up, double up Double up, double up, double up, double up Got two phones, got two zones Got two twins with two clones I'm slidin' through in that two-tone And I done killed 'bout two, shawty Double up, double up, double up, double up Double up, double up, double up, double up (Yeah, uh) [Verse 3: Bizerk] If you give me ten, I'm gon' bring you twenty Feelin' like Pac and the kush all in my body QP for the six, got these crackers [?] for me But bitch, I'm gettin' money if it's rainin' or it's sunny Damn, that shorty lookin' bad, why he ain't cuffin' this woman? She say she twenty-three and only like me for my Jordans Told her bootys, that's important, got some Louie's in my closet And if he tried to rob me, best believe them goons done shot him I do it for my colleagues, I did it for my father Mufasa in this jungle, yo bitch ass know I'm the product Always on my celly, all you gotta do is holla But I ain't conversatin' if it ain't about a dollar [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Got two key, got two guns Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone Some golden toilets I poop on So many bitches, they too fine Double up, double up, double up, double up Double up, double up, double up, double up Got two phones, got two zones Got two twins with two clones I'm slidin' through in that two-tone And I done killed 'bout two, shawty Double up, double up, double up, double up Double up, double up, double up, double up