DOUBLE - CRIME SPREE

Because, little bitch, it's Double
Causing trouble, feeling like a dog without a muzzle
Pull up with a double ought buckshot
Busting through the locks
Smashing through the walls
If my numbers low, then fuck it
Gotta crawl 'fore you ball
Because, little bitch, it's Double
Causing trouble, feeling like a dog without a muzzle
Pull up with a double ought buckshot
Busting through the locks
Smashing through the walls
If my numbers low, then fuck it
Gotta crawl 'fore you ball
Yeah, see me creeping down the alley
Baltimore, Four-One-Oh
Way I feel like a protagonist, they call me Giorno
Yeah, because it's Double, and I'm creeping with a rocket
I might cock it back and reach a hand into your back pocket
Stop it
Before you get put in the cosmic
Forty to your chest, like, little bitch, don't make me pop it
If you talk the talk, you can get your ass beat
I'm a dummy hitting donuts in the middle of the street
That's your whip then I take it
It's locked then I break it
I watch from the shadows, you're scared, cannot shake it
Speed away from the scene, run a red light
Look it's Double with a blade, masked up, dead of night
So I pull into the parking lot, hit seven eleven
I creep all throughout the building, and I feel like I'm in heaven
It's a one man shift in the middle of the night
If the clerk go run his mouth, then he'll be dead without a fight
It's a robbery, hands in the air
Wave those motherfuckers 'round like you just don't care
Step away from the phone
Get the motherfucking register
And do not speak a word or I might have to shoot the messenger
And so the clerk tensed up, put the bills in the bag
While I'm holding up a forty with a thirty round mag
I'mma itch to smoke the clerk, like a fucking Zig-Zag
Then I saw him hit the button, put him in a body bag
See the lights, hear the sirens, get to running, get to driving
Doing eighty in a thirty, if I crash, there's no surviving
See me swerving, see me running
If they see me, then I'm gunning
Hit as many as I can before they take me to the summit
Stand on the brakes in the middle of the road
Leave these coppers filled with copper
Leaking blood, body cold
I just dash into the alley and take cover
Think about my little sister and my little baby brother
Because, little bitch, it's Double
Causing trouble, feeling like a dog without a muzzle
Pull up with a double ought buckshot
Busting through the locks
Smashing through the walls
If my numbers low, then fuck it
Gotta crawl 'fore you ball
Because, little bitch, it's Double
Causing trouble, feeling like a dog without a muzzle
Pull up with a double ought buckshot
Busting through the locks
Smashing through the walls
If my numbers low, then fuck it
Gotta crawl 'fore you ball
It's a gunfight, officer down
You talk on Double, you catching these rounds
Fuck with the Double, I'm not with the chatter
I'll bust on your block, leave you leaking like bladders, uh
Pull up with the AK, bang-bang
See me gripping on the 'thang, let it hang, Money Gang
L-Seven in my name, let it shine
If you're fucking with the crew, we put the sticky to your eye, yeah
But I'm back to reality, back to the basics
And they try to interrogate, I won't say shit
I was a youngin' got blood on my Asics
And fuck all the faking, bitch I cannot take it
I bust at the cops and then my body stutter
I lose all control and then I start to shudder
Look down at my chest and my white shirt is red
Fuck all you bitches who want Double dead

Written by:
Gavin Garrison

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