Double Up

(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
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 [×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 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

(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
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 [×2]

(Verse 2) (Rucci)
(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

(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
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 [×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 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 dont want a g to make a move on em, I'm gettin money motherfucker so I cruise on em

(Chorus) (Young Drummer Boy)
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 [×2]