Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song make it double , by - 6obby. Release date: 14.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
make it double |
| Six bands, make it double |
| Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle |
| Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble |
| I’m gon' get the guap and I’ll do it with no struggle |
| Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same |
| Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah |
| She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame |
| She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake |
| I ain’t even on yet but these checks comin' |
| All these lames on my line, stop pretendin', you not kin, yeah |
| When I was down, where were you, come again? |
| If I catch another opp, he get blasted in the shin |
| I just spent a check and I made it right back |
| Hundred racks on my neck with the Glock on my lap |
| I’m runnin' from the pole, man, I’ma do the dash |
| Catch me speedin' in designer, all black Gucci on the hat |
| Six bands, make it double |
| Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle |
| Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble |
| I’m gon' get the guap and I’ll do it with no struggle |
| Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same |
| Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah |
| She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame |
| She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake |
| CDG my Converse, Cuban links around my neck |
| I been workin' all these hours, I been cashin' all these checks |
| And these bitches hit me up, but I don’t mean no disrespect |
| I’m just too busy countin' money, I don’t need you in my head |
| All these shawties hit my phone, I’m poppin' Xannies like a Tec |
| Hella Sketchy rollin' dope, we smokin' till there’s nothing left |
| And don’t you ask about a song unless you plan to spend a check |
| Spent some money, stole some sacks, and then I jugg it right back |
| Fuck a handout, fuck some friends, bitch, I did this by myself |
| All you people left me down when you saw I needed help |
| Now I’m poppin', but you never even cared how I felt |
| Catch me cruisin' in some vintage with the full black Gucci belt |
| Six bands, make it double |
| Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle |
| Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked, it make me stumble |
| I’m gon' get that guap and I’ll do it with no struggle |
| Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same |
| Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a band all on my chain, yeah |
| She stay textin' me, she don’t text you, you a lame |
| She just hopped inside the 'Rari, shawty countin' up my cake |