Rucci, Young Drummer Boy - Double Up lyrics
[Rucci, Young Drummer Boy - Double Up lyrics]
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
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 fuck with no bitches
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
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
(Ayy, ayy) Ayy we finna call the
Play my niggas huddle up
In and off the interstate we finna run it up
He talking all that shit 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 nigga, Ayy
Free DaDon from the north
That my sign nigga
Ayy this ain't shit 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 bullshit like big brother Mack
(Ayy) They shootin in the air
Bitch we bussin back we double up
Can't fuck with us and
That's a fucking fact
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
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
Shit is for the birds
Free my lil homies doing time
Shit really hurts man I really can't lie
All fuckas 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, bitch in the back
Lil homies on the creed
(Ayy) they don't want a g to
Make a move on em
I'm gettin money motherfucker so
I cruise on em
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
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 fuck with no bitches
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
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
(Ayy, ayy) Ayy we finna call the
Play my niggas huddle up
In and off the interstate we finna run it up
He talking all that shit 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 nigga, Ayy
Free DaDon from the north
That my sign nigga
Ayy this ain't shit 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 bullshit like big brother Mack
(Ayy) They shootin in the air
Bitch we bussin back we double up
Can't fuck with us and
That's a fucking fact
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
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
Shit is for the birds
Free my lil homies doing time
Shit really hurts man I really can't lie
All fuckas 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, bitch in the back
Lil homies on the creed
(Ayy) they don't want a g to
Make a move on em
I'm gettin money motherfucker so
I cruise on em
Why you trippin on a bitch, homie double
Up, why you doggin on yo clique
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up
Why you fuckin with a snitch, homie double
Up, why you talkin all that shit
Homie double up