Double Up (Right to the Top)

[Verse 1: Royal Flush]

Everybody stand up

Flush is the man so let the grams cut

One shot in ya butt, my guns never tucked

Don't want a slut, finessed by the art of the cut

Like Harlem World i'm doublin' up

Feds wanna challenge us

Off balance with silencers, locked up for calenders

Made men reversed my life, started again

Gone in the wind, respect niggas rhyming ten

Stuck on the grind, with two nines hugging ya spine

Addicted to crime, new car sitting on two dimes

With two dime, New York niggas, we love shine

Whether it's yours or mine by the night yours is mine

That's shilling week anyway, fuck it, it's more shine

I'm 24, your part time you ain't killing niggas

Walking round and grilling niggas

Acting like we ain't feeling niggas

Pop bottle, roll with gorillas and breed drug dealers

North, South, East to West ya'll gonna feel us

[Chorus]

Word, we getting it, y’all

Hustle up, double up

Ghetto Star shit, get that cheddar large

Pedal Hard, and get it, paw

Sky's the limit, die for this shit

Living that, Right to the top baby!

[Verse 2: Big L]

Fuck them other cats I'm running with my own wolfpack

Keep fronting like you'se a thug and get your dome pushed back

Coz you don't get down that tough shit you talk is profound

You'se a clown

Fuck around, come up town and get found

I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds

I don't fight no more all I do is bust my guns

While you home relaxed i'm squeezin' Macs busting off caps

Those coward cats with all their platinum plaques get taxed

And I do Jooks, and slang Pies to make cream rise

It's all about these green guys, front your whole team dies

How I'm. Living so far? Swell you can't scar L

Headed to cartel, selling more cakes than carvel

And I'm labeled a kind thug, police got my line bugged

Hope I see the grave from old age and not a nine slug

I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut

Big L is clean cut, with more jewels than King Tut

[Chorus]

Word, we getting it, y’all

Hustle up, double up

Ghetto Star shit, get that cheddar large

Pedal Hard, and get it, paw

Sky's the limit, die for this shit

Living that, Right to the top baby!

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]

You know it's, dough for hoes

Bank rolls, Rovers and clothes

And shots blow all them cowards and foes

Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode

We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters

Flip divas, them chicks, eager to strip to they tits and beaver

Sip Cris' and sniff coke off the beater

Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter

You should see us, it's movie star status

Scar lackers lost cabbage, drip the Pablo Escobar fabrics

Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, let it out

Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out

Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out

Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth

Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out

We kidnap for trap blackmail for a gang a mill

Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails

The blood trail lead to a corpse

Treat my appetite for greed with a torch

For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft

Roll up my hand sheets with the force

We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa

Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns

You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves

Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules

Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune baby

[Outro]

Word, we getting it, y’all

Hustle up, double up

Ghetto Star shit, get that cheddar large

Pedal Hard, and get it, paw

Sky's the limit, die for this shit

Living that, Right to the top baby!