Double It Lyrics

(Wolf)

(Uptown Music)

(Gurumbiro)

(Garth the Producer)

(Gurumbiro)

(Gurumbiro)

Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)

We get the bag and we double it (Double it)

We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bumming it)

The dummies are bumbling

Quit all that infernal grumbling

(Pissing me off)

Cracking the code like we plumbin' it

(We plumbin' it)

Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting (Plummeting)

It's sticky like gum in it

Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP

Spirit of poverty creeping

Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)

I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me

Leave me to starve streets

We working till we never need them

I'm on the go

Taking the money, and stuffing my pockets and searching for more

Kick in the door

I gotta to hustle to make it to places that they'll never know

Sell out the shows

I get the takings and then I'mma split it with all of my bro's

Life that I chose

Step out the house and I get a request for a pic from the hoes

I want a girl who a cutie cutie

Kabhebhi kanoda kushupirira

Lips on her tasting too tootie fruity

Anoda murume akabudirira

When we step out she gets suited, booted

Coco Chanel, anonhuwirira

She cooking for me on that wifey duty

Mmm, ndakapfuirwa

Paint a picture for 'em

How many niggas you know can switch up with the lingo they talking like that

Snap

Can't even cap

I'm steady guarding the bag like I'm Christopher Pratt

Shat

This nigga tapped

Doing it better than dude with the face with the tats

SLATT

They cannot match

'022 I'mma blow up and swim in the racks

FACTS

Y'all niggas mumble and fumble it (Mumble and fumble it)

We get the bag and we double it (Double it)

We got the smoke and smart ones are bummin' it (Bummin' it)

The dummies are bumbling

Quit all that infernal grumbling

(Pissing me off)

Cracking the code like we plumbin' it

(We plumbin' it)

Niggas just started but numbers is plummeting

It's sticky like gum in it

Money ain't easy to make, it got people dying of BP

Spirit of poverty creeping

Telling Diaburo leave me, yeah (Satan, Satan)

I can't relate to fake, people that would never feed me

Leave me to starve streets

We working till we never need them