Double Up lyrics
by $tupid Young
(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
Why you trippin on a b*tch, homie double up, why you doggin on yo clique, homie double up
Why you f*ckin with a snitch, homie double up, why you talkin all that sh*t, homie double up [×2]
(Verse 1) (Young Drummer Boy)
I got money got green, but I break bread with my team (Yeah)
Yeah I came from the drop you can frame that, same block where I really got my name at
You say you was a g, you lyin, you ain't in the field homie you can keep tryin
See I’m tryna come up on some green backs
If you need a feature, lil homie I need 3 racks
See I don't f*ck with no b*tches, leave no trace I don't leave no witness
Tryna get rich with my whole team, 40 on the waist lil Glock with that red beam
(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
Why you trippin on a b*tch, homie double up, why you doggin on yo clique, homie double up
Why you f*ckin with a snitch, homie double up, why you talkin all that sh*t, homie double up [×2]
(Verse 2) (Rucci)
(Ayy, ayy) Ayy we finna call the play my n*ggas huddle up
In and off the interstate we finna run it up, he talking all that sh*t but he ain’t good enough
Lil Rucci gon hop up out that hummer truck, I'm a blood I pop pills out my mind n*gga, Ayy free DaDon from the north, that my sign n*gga
Ayy this ain't sh*t we take trips all the time, if we don't like em we in a party shoot it up like Columbine
(Ayy, ayy) Ayy they told me double up, so ima double back, I'm on my bullsh*t like big brother Mack
(Ayy) They shootin in the air, b*tch we bussin back
We double up, can't f*ck with us and that's a f*cking fact
(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
Why you trippin on a b*tch, homie double up, why you doggin on yo clique, homie double up
Why you f*ckin with a snitch, homie double up, why you talkin all that sh*t, homie double up [×2]
(Verse 3)
See all I want is dead men flockin, homies where I'm from don’t do much talkin
Yeah I make some money off the curb, but it ain’t enough man that sh*t is for the birds
Free my lil homies doing time, sh*t really hurts man I really can't lie
All f*ckas mad, cause I’m stackin up money, they only get mad cause I ain't no dummy
Drive around with the 40 on the seat, b*tch in the back, lil homies on the creed
(Ayy) they dont want a g to make a move on em, I'm gettin money motherf*cker so I cruise on em
(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
Why you trippin on a b*tch, homie double up, why you doggin on yo clique, homie double up
Why you f*ckin with a snitch, homie double up, why you talkin all that sh*t, homie double up [×2]