[Intro: Ruben Slikk]
Yeah, this one for the bad bitches
Posh Gang, Dade County street sweepers, n***a
You already see the graffiti art and all that shit, man
Shoutout to Freebase, out in London gettin' the bitches

[Verse 1: Bizerk]
We just in here tryna win', tryin' not to sin
So much smoke, there's no oxygen
Can't fake if I tried, too real
Red flags, blue steel
Split ya wig, get ya orange peeled
Spill that shit, these streets filled
Wit' black magic in my knapsack
Got pocket rockets so back, back

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Got two key, got two guns
Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone
Some golden toilets I poop on
So many bitches, they too fine
Double up, doublе up, double up, double up
Double up, doublе up, double up, double up
Got two phones, got two zones
Got two twins with two clones
I'm slidin' through in that two-tone
And I done killed 'bout two, shawty
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Double up, double up, double up, double up (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Ruben Slikk, shawty, came through wit' two wives
Yeah, they want a threesome, shawty rock the tube top
Nutted on her crop top, kinda like an OG
Mack, and she don't suck dick, still blow it
Then we ride through in the whip, got a stolen
Everybody love how a n***a got the gold one
Gold long dick, gold long dick
Gold toilet seats, that's the place I take a shit
Oh, yeah, oh, damn
Ruben fuckin' Slikk got a hunnid pack of xans
And they goin' for a hunnid and the drop, they go five
Holla at a kid, put that weed in black n mild

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk & Bizerk]
Got two key, got two guns
Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone
Some golden toilets I poop on
So many bitches, they too fine
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Got two phones, got two zones
Got two twins with two clones
I'm slidin' through in that two-tone
And I done killed 'bout two, shawty
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Double up, double up, double up, double up (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 3: Bizerk]
If you give me ten, I'm gon' bring you twenty
Feelin' like Pac and the kush all in my body
QP for the six, got these crackers [?] for me
But bitch, I'm gettin' money if it's rainin' or it's sunny
Damn, that shorty lookin' bad, why he ain't cuffin' this woman?
She say she twenty-three and only like me for my Jordans
Told her bootys, that's important, got some Louie's in my closet
And if he tried to rob me, best believe them goons done shot him
I do it for my colleagues, I did it for my father
Mufasa in this jungle, yo bitch ass know I'm the product
Always on my celly, all you gotta do is holla
But I ain't conversatin' if it ain't about a dollar

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
Got two key, got two guns
Got two Rari's wit' the roof gone
Some golden toilets I poop on
So many bitches, they too fine
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Got two phones, got two zones
Got two twins with two clones
I'm slidin' through in that two-tone
And I done killed 'bout two, shawty
Double up, double up, double up, double up
Double up, double up, double up, double up