Villain Park, Trizz - Double Up lyrics
[Villain Park, Trizz - Double Up lyrics]
The streets is hot like George Forman
Whippin' recipes on the block
I'm formin' a plot
To get out my situation 'cause
Fuck niggas be hatin'
And only showin' love when you
Laid up in that box gotta maneuver different
Got me feelin' like Martha Stewart kitchen
Niggas always wonder what's up with my plate
Or bite the hand you feed 'em with
And probably spit in your face
One of the reasons I developed
All these villainous ways
My demeanor done changed
I look at life and don't see it the same
Dealin' with dеmons I don't think
That the preachers can savе
Reciting prophecies out the Bible
Keepin' my faith been on the road to riches
But it feel like I'm driven away
Losin' control
Been hard to cope with all this pain
It's a gift and a curse, these are the breaks
I sit and pray
Up to God, I'm hopin' it ain't too late
Can't even count how many times
I done contemplated my fate, nigga
That ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at that ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at
Double up, we was down to run amuck
In the truck, she talkin' that such-and-such
Get a buck, it's money over drama and a slut
On my mama
We was ridin' in a Hyundai for months
Car smell like skunk
It's a body in the trunk
Naw, I'm playin', we just hotboxin' blunts
Ride through with bond
Smoke ridin' in the front
Slide through the drive-thru disguised
For the lunch
I need my stuff and everything all at once
If you tough
I'm callin' some niggas to call your bluff
Had enough they slackin'
These rappers ain't half as rough bag 'em up
We crashin', these niggas is wack as fuck
Add 'em up
My money be doublin', stack 'em up
Rack 'em up
You braggin' and boastin' and actin' blunt
I'm stuck up if you ain't talkin' business
Then shut the fuck up you done if you run up
Double it 'til the sun up, nigga
That ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at that ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at
So double up give it up
That ain't enough so double up
Give it up that ain't enough
So double up give it up
That ain't enough so double up
Give it up that ain't enough
(That ain't enough, nigga, what?)
Whippin' recipes on the block
I'm formin' a plot
To get out my situation 'cause
Fuck niggas be hatin'
And only showin' love when you
Laid up in that box gotta maneuver different
Got me feelin' like Martha Stewart kitchen
Niggas always wonder what's up with my plate
Or bite the hand you feed 'em with
And probably spit in your face
One of the reasons I developed
All these villainous ways
My demeanor done changed
I look at life and don't see it the same
Dealin' with dеmons I don't think
That the preachers can savе
Reciting prophecies out the Bible
Keepin' my faith been on the road to riches
But it feel like I'm driven away
Losin' control
Been hard to cope with all this pain
It's a gift and a curse, these are the breaks
I sit and pray
Up to God, I'm hopin' it ain't too late
Can't even count how many times
I done contemplated my fate, nigga
That ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at that ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at
Double up, we was down to run amuck
In the truck, she talkin' that such-and-such
Get a buck, it's money over drama and a slut
On my mama
We was ridin' in a Hyundai for months
Car smell like skunk
It's a body in the trunk
Naw, I'm playin', we just hotboxin' blunts
Ride through with bond
Smoke ridin' in the front
Slide through the drive-thru disguised
For the lunch
I need my stuff and everything all at once
If you tough
I'm callin' some niggas to call your bluff
Had enough they slackin'
These rappers ain't half as rough bag 'em up
We crashin', these niggas is wack as fuck
Add 'em up
My money be doublin', stack 'em up
Rack 'em up
You braggin' and boastin' and actin' blunt
I'm stuck up if you ain't talkin' business
Then shut the fuck up you done if you run up
Double it 'til the sun up, nigga
That ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at that ain't enough
You better double up or triple that
West Coast niggas on the grind
We the gift of rap
Sippin' on some liquor, fuck a shot
We need a fifth of that villains in black
You can catch us dwelling
Where them sinners at
So double up give it up
That ain't enough so double up
Give it up that ain't enough
So double up give it up
That ain't enough so double up
Give it up that ain't enough
(That ain't enough, nigga, what?)