Lyrics Double Dutch - D-Lo, Sleepy

Double Dutch

Sleepy Caine and I’m O-Dog
I bounce out, don’t make me show y’all
Five bands for a show, dog
These niggas is bitches like Tyler Perry (Woo)
Four five, call it Halle Berry (Woo)
And you can get fucked by that bitch (Brrah)
I hit shit, call me Bonds, Barry
Whole lotta blues in my denim jeans
She chose up and gave me twenty Gs
I spent that on some drugs, nigga (On some drugs?)
Couple guns, hella syrup, nigga (And some syrup?)
The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch (What?)
Two in one day, that’s a double-up (Brrah)
Yo' nigga dead, my nigga dead
Body for body, we turnin' up
Hundred rounds, to get technical (Yah)
If he don’t die, he a vegetable (Yah)
Snitchin', that shit ain’t acceptable (No)
Bitch, in my hood I’m irreputable
All this gold 'round my neck like I’m 2 Chainz (2 Chainz)
This chopper be kickin' like Liu Kang (Like Liu Kang)
My niggas be shootin' like hoop games (Hoop games)
Look at my Jordans, these Flu Games (Woo)
Infared beam and a head shot
Close range, that’s a head rocker
She suckin' my dick, call her head doctor
All of my bitches wear red bottoms
Look, I had to go get on my shit and run it up
A blind man could see that we comin' up
Fingers on tired from loadin' this hundred up
The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch (Like Double Dutch)
No you can’t fuck with us (Nah)
All of these bitches in love with us
Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up (Countin' this hundred up)
Look, I had to go get on my shit and run it up
A blind man could see that we comin' up
Fingers on tired from loadin' this hundred up (Loadin' this hundred up)
The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch (Like Double Dutch)
No you can’t fuck with us (Nah)
All of these bitches in love with us
Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up
Run it up
I can’t fit these bands in a wallet, nigga (Nope)
I’m sippin' on syrup like it’s water, nigga (Syrup)
My little nigga got four or five bodies
And I can put that on my daughter, nigga (Uh huh)
I used to pack lunches in pails, nigga
Now I send packs through the mail, nigga
I’m kickin' back collectin' these stacks
From bitches that sit at hotels, nigga
Man, I get high like giraffe ass (Yah)
We smoke out the pound, hashtags (Ayy)
All of my niggas with all of these guns
Man this shit lookin' like Baghdad
Put a whole in your head like Rasheed Wallace (Brrah)
If she wanna fuck I’ma need dollars
I’m with the shit, I got a big dick
Bitch I’ma fuck you for three hours
I’m Popeye on his spinach now (Yah)
She got dick in her mouth like a dentist now (Yah)
You ain’t no stand up nigga (Nah)
This draco will make your ass sit it down (Brrah)
I love me a bitch with some ass, nigga (I love it)
But I need a bitch with a bag (I need it)
Everything else is irrelevant, girl I’m intelligent
Bitch, I am not like your last nigga
Tryna fuck you like a porn flick
4G autos on the foreign whip (Ayy)
My brother Sleepy, my little brother Marlo
Them is the niggas I’m scorin' with
Dreads longer than Medusa’s shit
Cross me, you get crucifixed
I got pulled over on some stupid shit
Four five with a stupid stick
Look, I had to go get on my shit and run it up
A blind man could see that we comin' up
Fingers on tired from loadin' this hundred up
The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch (Like Double Dutch)
No you can’t fuck with us (Nah)
All of these bitches in love with us
Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up (Countin' this hundred up)
I had to go get on my shit and run it up
A blind man could see that we comin' up
Fingers on tired from loadin' this hundred up (Loadin' this hundred up)
The murder rate jumpin' like Double Dutch, bitch (Like Double Dutch)
No you can’t fuck with us (Nah)
All of these bitches in love with us
Fingers on tired from countin' this hundred up
Run it up