Double XP Lyrics

Running it running it up

You niggas are mad

We're getting this cash

Still we gone

Fucking it fucking it up

Smoking on gas

She want to smash

You better

Buckling buckling up

Two hundred on dash

You left in the past

Get it then

Doubling doubling up

We get it then

Doubling doubling up

Look

They hate to watch when it's you time (Yeah)

Son I'm number one and I'm not even in my prime yet

Finna get the bag but I'm on you for a dime back

Way that shawty choke on it you'd think she need the heimlich

Sick and tried of how niggas waiting for that top spot so I skipped the line

Nonstop man I'm pulling off like fuck twelve man I ain't getting fined

I'm getting yours and I'm getting mine

Hit her phone she won't hit decline

With day ones cuz if fake niggas try and walk around me I'm Rick Grimes

I'm icy I'm cold

She spicy she bold

We high key you low

You type heat we know

Check to ROJ cuz I'm my own investor

Imma let the rolls be the sole impressor

In the zone like Devin Hester

My wrist froze but ain't no pressure

Running it running it up

You niggas are mad

We're getting this cash

Still we gone

Fucking it fucking it up

Smoking on gas

She want to smash

You better

Buckling buckling up

Two hundred on dash

You left in the past

Get it then

Doubling doubling up

We get it then

Doubling doubling up

Patience

All it took was patience

Now I peep the fuckery and dodge it like the matrix

And we getting paid just to stay in different places

Not the type to save till she sat on it for placement

Bout to pave the way for this wave

Y'all gone save the date for this game

Y'all gone hate I'm stating my claim

Aim gone drain you out like I'm Dame

And I'll take the blame for change ain't no doubt

Everything say is made to chase clout

Gave you an ounce of fame and you drowned

Know I'm bout to ride the wave to that crown

Fuck a hater all in your business man gone head get faded

Fuck a lame all in your shit cuz they ain't getting no payment

Fuck a nigga you coming up now they talking bout how they're staying

Fuck em that's it

Now we fucked around and we made it

Running it running it up

You niggas are mad

We're getting this cash

Still we gone

Fucking it fucking it up

Smoking on gas

She want to smash

You better

Buckling buckling up

Two hundred on dash

You left in the past

Get it then

Doubling doubling up

We get it then

Doubling doubling up