Double Up (feat. Woop) - Caskey

Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in harlem Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a o-z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, think i'm easy to touch, Then you been watchin' a little bit of tv, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like i ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a cd, slash here's a dime of that crack Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New york baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention jada pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that i had, had to take the good with the bad Like joe on the run, put his fuckin p o it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa cam, i heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south Rap ain't that great neither, i got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet 2x 3: un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch Ceo joint bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but i'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first deal Leased his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z Gone respond, walk out the rusty Car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all little men, i be un man??? charli baltimore and lil' kim And yall can't see these flows, If you wanna be stars see the ceo

Uh Yeah Woo All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now And I could get high with you (yeah) All she gotta do is drop somethin' down Move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof Let's bend a couple rules and get another room That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate me with your movement While I'm throwing all these dippers (woop, woop) Watch me hit 'em with the finesse (woop, woop) You don't wanna check for damage (woop, woop) I put that ass to bed rest (woop, woop) Watch me pull up in the coupe Two-seater got the double with the scoop But it's a grove, same niggas from the stoop (with me) Dub city, I just send a alley oop From the window to the wall With the southshade from me when the money start to fall (okay) Lookin' like Lamelo when I ball Might pump fake then watch 'em jump criss-cross (okay) I take my hand and I put on your waist She look and tell me nigga, this ain't no race It's all good I can move with your pace While I wait I'ma break it down like mmmh Roll some then we blow it to the moon Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom, vroom Legs up and I ate that shit like mmmh Need a boom, boom, boom, baby All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now And I could get high with you (ayy) All she gotta do is drop somethin' down Move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof Let's bend a couple rules and get another room That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you All you gotta do is (all you gotta do is), motivate me with your movement While I'm throwing all these dippers (woop, woop) Watch me hit 'em with the finesse (woop, woop) You don't wanna check for damage (woop, woop) I put that ass to bed rest (woop, woop) I'm feeling like J.F.K Waving at the top of the hook, go crazy Apeshit, got them bitches jumpin' outta cages But can't get close, 'cause I'm way too famous Still tryna keep it humble While she bang, bang, the mirror see the gun smoke Break it down, need chains for the hundo Every man for themselves, Royal Rumble (okay) I'ma get you up and out them balmains See you gon' walk up outta here with no string, no strings Simple and plain, before your mind change let's ride a mmmh Roll some then we blow it to the moon Pump the gas and you feel that shit like vroom, vroom Legs up and I ate that shit like mmmh Need a boom, boom, boom, baby All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now And I could get high with you (yeah) All she gotta do is drop somethin' down Move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof Let's bend a couple rules and get another room That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate me with your movement While I'm throwing all these dippers (woop, woop) Watch me hit 'em with the finesse (woop, woop) You don't wanna check for damage (woop, woop) I put that ass to bed rest (woop, woop) While I'm throwing all these dippers (woop, woop) Watch me hit 'em with the finesse (woop, woop) You don't wanna check for damage (woop, woop) I put that ass to bed rest (woop, woop) Ooh, yeah Oh, yeah Do it, do it, do it Mmh, yeah

In the kitchen, and it's tasty We ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do We ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do And you know I'm a man so, ain't no such thing as too much to handle Ain't gon' panic like, what I'm hearin' on the TV channel I done practiced my aim, I done stacked up on ammo In the crib dressed in camo, I'ma turn into a vandal Like my dad taught, clutchin' on that MAC-11 With my mask off, 'cause I know where it's headin' Police on the asphalt, tryna tell us where we headed 'Fore I ever live in hell, I'ma take yo' ass to heaven Yeah, I'ma die by my pride With a magazine and my blood by my side They tell you it's land of the free but you can't go outside 'Fore I lay ya down, I'ma ride We ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do Ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do I got the ammo at the crib stocked up So ain't nobody that I fear Protect myself 'cause you know cops suck Why they killin' people? We got no idea They got crooked ass agendas, I still remember They lied to us 'bout the 11th day of September Tried to make the country closed, too hard to enter Make the people feel divided, so we surrender They ain't leave us with no options, we had to make it We come together, that's a power they ain't estimatin' The other outcome is devastatin' We gon' die for the freedom of our generations We ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do Ain't scared of no police, bitch, we got guns too Don't need no tank, homies hangin' out the sunroof World goin' crazy as of lately, it ain't nothin' new You know I'ma die 'fore somebody tell me what to do