Top-X & Tob-E - Double Up

Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
We chasin' the bag
And we rack it up
We gettin' the bitches
To back it up
We gettin' up
We gettin' up
We fucking on bitches
We gettin'
Fucking on a bitch
It go lalala
Knocking on my door
It go RARARARARA
Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
We chasin' the bag
And we rack it up
We gettin' the bitches
To back it up
We gettin' up
We gettin' up
We fucking on bitches
We gettin'
Fucking on a bitch
It go lalala
Knocking on my door
It go RARARARARA
Water dripping on my wrist
Shit'll get to shootin if you fuckin with da clique
I was layin down low
Now they listen when I sing
And ain't nobody leavin when they see me on scene
Crusin in the whip no tint
Pull up with the crew got the boys on set
Erbody dancing with the girls we met
Now they see me leaving in a first class jet
Yeah
Double up double up
Playin with a bitch and we ain't dubbin her
Know we hoppin in that brand new foreign yeah
Roll this shit back ain't remember
What they said to us
Oh nah nah nah nah
Now run it back when you see me
I know I'm different I make it look easy
Reppin' the shore know I'm hanging with Tobe
Keep quiet cause y'all don't know me
Fist fights they ain't think I was holy
Hearing my flow now they care for my safety
Tough in my shoes I do this on the daily
Y'all ain't think you could save me
AY AY
Pull up to the crib
Got the bitches going crazy
Now they mans tryna murk me
Hop up in a brand new Mercedes
Flexin' on the low feelin' wavy
Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
We chasin' the bag
And we rack it up
We gettin' the bitches
To back it up
We gettin' up
We gettin' up
We fucking on bitches
We gettin'
Fucking on a bitch
It go lalala
Knocking on my door
It go RARARARARA
Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
We chasin' the bag
And we rack it up
We gettin' the bitches
To back it up
We gettin' up
We gettin' up
We fucking on bitches
We gettin'
Fucking on a bitch
It go lalala
Knocking on my door
It go RARARARARA
Walkin on stage feel easy
And I mean it
If we got beef you can pull up any season
No hard feelings
I was down low ain't nobody even know me
Shit crazy
Now they wanna come around sayin they family
I ain't really fuck around give her that plan b
Save me
Doubtin on my name
I'll put yo bitch ass in yo place
I got three shooters ready know they shooting with a pace
Know yo goofy ass running when we pull up inna wraith
Everybody know that you was fearin my name
Tryna take my place
Talkin that shit
I'll protect my bros
Imma bag that hoe
Know we crossing our foes
Spittin some shit lemme claim that soul
Lemme claim that soul yeah
Pull up everybody wavy
Tryna hop in da Mercedes
Hoes they be claiming they feelin some typa way
Cause I'm fancy
I did some shit I regret I did
Don't you ever call me by my gouvernement
I'm finding my way na na na
And I'm still the same na na na
Ya Ya Ya
Stack it up
We gettin' the money
We double up
We chasin' the bag
And we rack it up
We gettin' the bitches
To back it up
We gettin' up
We gettin' up
We fucking on bitches
We gettin'
Fucking on a bitch
It go lalala
Knocking on my door
It go RARARARARA

Written by:
Anthony Bergeron, Colin Bergeron

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