Dirty Vans - Double Up lyrics

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Dirty Vans - Double Up lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad Looking like the God damn police? I ain't gone serve your a** Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash n***a thinkin' boxin' me? sh** I'mma pop his a** Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane God damn, I love smokin' Mary Jane In the trap house whippin' c**aine I love all my b**hes ain't got no man I turn your T-Shirt red boy I put them k**ers on your head boy One phone call and you dead boy sh**, I put that on my dead boy Money talk and I talk that I look like money when I walk past War time, let's spark fire You don't wanna cross paths Cross me then (?) down Real street n***a, no cosign Got a bad b**h on my Facetime Talkin' 'bout givin' me face time Smokin' on this Kush weed And I got this sh** from Cali Totin' on this 30 Don't need no s**ers around me [Hook: Fredo Santana] Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad Looking like the God damn police? I ain't gone serve your a** Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash n***a thinkin' boxin' me? sh** I'mma pop his a** Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up [Verse 2: Gino Marley] Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up I'm trappin', what's good, big bank rolls my money out All my traps (?) hot as f** but Marley just don't give a f** Double up, break it down, bag it up Trunk loads, I be crammin' 'em In my trunk, grams in 'em And Nike bags with cash in 'em And since I'm Gino Marley off my name, I be taxin' 'em High speeds chasin' down the E-Way I just laugh at 'em All my pockets, cash in 'em And all my thots, a** on 'em Talkin' work n***a? Then you know I spend my last on 'em (?) up, n***a, then you know I take (?) from him Gotta get your money up or get the f** away from us And if we ain't grow up with you n***a, ain't no shakin' up I been a hood n***a, guess that's just the way they raise me up Young trap n***a, from sun down till it's comin' up Double up, double up, double up Turn one to a couple 'em Double up, double up, double up Finnessin' sh**, my money up [Hook: Fredo Santana] Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad Looking like the God damn police? I ain't gone serve your a** Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash n***a thinkin' boxin' me? sh** I'mma pop his a** Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up