It's Double

[ Intro :YC]

What you got racks on racks on racks

He got racks on racks on racks

We got racks on racks on racks, let's go

[Hook : YC]

Got campaign going so strong

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone

Spend money when your money's long

Real street niggas ain't no clone

We at the top where we belong

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón

Smoking on a thousand dollas worth of strong

When the club bout to hear this song

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on RACKS

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Niggas hate me fall BACK

[Verse 1]

They call me D.O.U.B.L.E-I

Ain't nobody doin' like me

I'm a B.E.A.S capital T

Middle finger to the lame niggas hatin' on me

Like uh uh I don't give a damn

Niggas want beef 'for imma throw it in the pen

Get washed up like Prince in the sand

Ima kick it like a kid when you step into the man, damn

Pull up with a nine better leave with a dime

Nigga I don't need a pad or a pen when I rhyme

Nigga it's my time, it's my time

Like a [?] crack nigga this my line

Money so long and my bitch so fine

They both line up like a disco line

All black swag when a chain so bright

If your girl look twice bet the bitch go blind

Double-i got (racks on racks on racks)

Pullin' up on (black on black on black)

All team got (stacks on stacks on stacks)

22's on (flags on flags on flags)

You can sip that wine Imma sit this crown

BOW game boogie you know how I get down

Seatin' at the top I ain't tryna get down

My money talks for me nigga talk shit now

Double-I got

[Hook : YC]

Got campaign going so strong

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone

Spend money when your money's long

Real street niggas ain't no clone

We at the top where we belong

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón

Smoking on a thousand dollas worth of strong

When the club bout to hear this song

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on RACKS

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Niggas hate me fall BACK

[Verse 2]

Gotta get that bread, gotta get that [?]

Gotta get that chip, gotta get that cream

When I get that check Imma get that red

Imma get that blue, imma get that green

Imma take your bicth man as well give it up

Only god one life mine as well live it up

Imma throw this ones up in the air

When you drop low mine as well pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Got [?]

I got shooters, Call of Duty

Fuck them haters catch me in the [?]

Blowin' good, Ray Band swaggin'

Chillin' with a chick with a asian accent

[?] to the brain with amazing action

Keep a nigga laced in L.A this fashion

Bitch I'm stylin' you still swagin'

What you on I'm a few months past that

All team stackin', we be stackin'

Y'all be slackin'(Y'all be slackin')

Double-I got

[Hook : YC]

Got campaign going so strong

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone

Spend money when your money's long

Real street niggas ain't no clone

We at the top where we belong

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón

Smoking on a thousand dollas worth of strong

When the club bout to hear this song

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on RACKS

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Niggas hate me fall BACK