Текст песни Double Down - Mak11

Double down, all in
Hunnit rounds, augments
Underground, mobbing
Fuck around, get stomped quick
Gun em down, drop him
Couple pounds, exotic
Running out, nah bitch
Double down all of my profits
Double that shit 'til it's numberless
Run with that shipment can't fumble it
Put in the clip if they come for it
Crush up a zip imma crumble it
Youngin get lit hear em thundering
She sucking my dick til she spluttering
My bro cutting up chickens they fluttering
Hoe I'm flooded with drip like a sunken ship

Double it down and then triple it
I come for the crown I'm the king of shit
In love with the clout they keep giving it
Put some in her mouth just the tip of it
I'm done with these clowns they ridiculous
I'm buttin' em out like a cigarette
Got bud by the pound I just hit a bit
Take a couple of ounces to get me lit
Was made for this winning is imminent
Like saving some innocent citizens
You pay for these women it's sickening
I get paid to be spitting these synonyms
Ain't no shame in admitting you been a bitch
I got drank in my liver I'm feeling sick
When the bag get delivered I'm getting rich
See them shaking and shivering then they quit
Working my brain to its limits
Serving em game like it's Guinness
She twerking for fame tryna fit in
I'm splurging my change every minute
I'm earning this bank by the digits
Might swerve in the lane I been sipping
Just search up my name and admit it
Get hurt and then hate like they critics
I keep burning this dank til it's finished
They turning up tame man they timid
That curvy lil' frame she can get it
Insert it there's pain but she with it
Might Birkin her bag hide the blick in it
Tryn perfect my aim like I'm Pippen
Might purchase a chain of my picking
The serpents and snakes caught 'em slipping
Can't surf on my wave y'all be swimming
My verses can change how you living, bitch

Double down, all in
Hunnit rounds, augments
Underground, mobbing
Fuck around, get stomped quick
Gun em down, drop him
Couple pounds, exotic
Running out, nah bitch
Double down all of my profits
Double that shit 'til it's numberless
Run with that shipment can't fumble it
Put in the clip if they come for it
Crush up a zip imma crumble it
Youngin get lit hear em thundering
She sucking my dick til she spluttering
My bro cutting up chickens they fluttering
Hoe I'm flooded with drip like a sunken ship