Double Dutch - D-Lo, Sleepy

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