Double UP (Instrumental)

Lyrics

(Levels)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, Jordan made this)
(Yeah)
(We can't be stopped)

[Chorus]
I made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double
Made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle, yeah
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double

[Verse- Chill de iLL]
Its our time to shine really in the pain bad weather
I'm not negotiating my life nigga life gotta get better
Outshined and undervalued for a couple of likes and pic
I'ma pull up with a lick
I'ma pull up like I'm Wick
Buddy I'm through with the shit
Smokin the gas I'm abusing the shit
I'm wonderin really why I'm using the shit
Since really why does anyone quit
Feelin like I'm on some ritual shit
Ritual shit
She givin that neck, its on some habitual shit
I'm tryna quit
I can not quit
Oh-Oh-Oh I think they like me
Oh I think they like me
They must think I'm Dej Loaf
They just tryna try me
Since I had the white tee
Baggy short and Nikes
Hit the plays at Cracker Barrel serve these hoes that ice tea


[Chorus]
I made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double
Made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle, yeah
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double


[Verse- Turich Benjy]
(I been low)
(Uh I been- I been low)
(I been yeah uh)
I done been lower than these
Money still stuck to the shin
Bag it then throw it and leave
Treat it like nuthin then do it again
We having meetings we turning this poverty into a property biz
Apart of the streets I feel like a mark on the streets I'm scuffin my skin
I'm high as hell
I might as well
Buy me a mountain or island
I done had nightmares of houses
Made out of glass and I'm tryna break out
Niggas aint using they brain
They claim to be broke
But still on American diet
I done woke up with these waves
I'm not finna float
But I aint got no room for flyin
These hoes on my head
These bitches attached
I done had meetings that's right next to Shaq
My day ones
They run up the trap
And we came up off an 8-ball and crack
They Statefarm, we run up the racks
Hittin the road and we not comin back
Ready to kill and ready to snap
I'm in the field and I run it right back


[Chorus]
I made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double
Made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle, yeah
I been low before
(I been low)
So that aint nothin
(I been low)
And I bounce back
And I aint double


[Verse- Swaff]
I made it bubble
It made me struggle
It made me humble
It made me realize that I don't trust em
And I don't know you
So I say fuck em
Dreamin bout the money
Chit-Chit on my tummy
Dusse got me scummy
Gelato got me clumsy
Twelve on my ass but they get nuthin from me
Bread like a barista
Panini that punany
They can't hang wit em
They can't bang wit em
Fuck it, I'ma monkey I'm swanging and dick dangling
And I been 100 since Chamberlain
Aint no straining him
Smoking gas, premium floatin until we aliens

[Chorus]
I made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double
Made it double
I aint fumble
I'm out that mud
I'm out that jungle, yeah
I been low before
So that aint nothin
And I bounce back
And I aint double