Lyrics On the Double - Roney, RUSSELL!

On the Double

If she don’t like me then I’m fuckin' with another bitch
Hoppin' out the drop into another whip
If I know there’s trouble then I call my woadie
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
I just hear them hatin', I keep workin', yeah, yeah
She can fuck me, I won’t buy that bitch a Birken, yeah, yeah
I been had shit wrapped up like a turban, yeah, yeah
My homies with me, workin', smokin' herbal, yeah, yeah
Please don’t fuck with me dawg
She in love with me dawg
You should leave us alone, yeah
Two girls on the couch and I’m all in they mouth
Hit her her up, dick her down, yeah, yeah
Screaming, «Richvale», thuggin', blowing smole
Boy I ain’t your mans, you ain’t know me bro
Double got me higher than the holy ghost
Word to Roney, tell em, «Don't get close» ah
If she don’t like me then I’m fuckin' with another bitch
Hoppin' out the drop into another whip
If I know there’s trouble then I call my woadie
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah (On the double)
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
I double up because I’m workin' on the double shift
The trap is runnin', I got fiends tryna do the sprint
Double Gs on my belt, I’m a walkin' lick
Double Ds on her tits, that’s a double bitch
Ran a check then fucked it up
Now I’m on some other shit
They ain’t never fuck up shit
Fuck these niggas celibate
What is there to celebrate?
You ain’t got a hundred K
I got niggas hella paid
Knew them since the seventh grade
Why they wanna take me out my element?
40 in the trunk, And it squeeze like an elephant
Lemon squeeze breeze turn Gs into lemonade
I caught a case, looked at it like I took a break
Vacay with a cell mate makin' cheese cake
You was doing nae nae, I was getting straight paid
You was getting grade As, I was getting great A
Got it for the low, everything was okay
Okay, do what I gotta do
His babe, she be eyeing down the crew
So he givin' her the boot
She tweetin' how she tweekin' and how she thinkin' that I’m cute
Said I’m sweater than a grape boy, you sour like a grapefruit
I was getting great head, wasn’t even great too
She lookin' for the Jesus, I ain’t talkin' Haysus
Roney only speak once, I ain’t Jacob Two-Two
Ate the game early in the morning like it’s Froot Loops
Got a couple hitters who be swingin' like they big
I make moves, break rules, I’m a bad dude
I put the work, the clippers curve like a half moon
If she don’t like me then I’m fuckin' with another bitch
Hoppin' out the drop into another whip
If I know there’s trouble then I call my woadie
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah
On the double, on the double, yeah, yeah