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Doubletree
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Rap
Doubletree was released on May 29, 2026 by Bigger Picture Records as a part of the album Football
album cover
Release DateMay 29, 2026
LabelBigger Picture Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Monday Night
Monday Night
Performer
Evidence
Evidence
Programming
Marcel Crump
Marcel Crump
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Songwriter
Marcel Crump
Marcel Crump
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evidence
Evidence
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, shit
Woo, uh-huh
Woo (Gimme that), shit, ayo
I try to stay filtered, glasses stay tilted
I ash on the drapes, fuck it
Imagine estates livin' with nothin' but great company (Woo)
She a ten in the face, yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look (Come here, mama)
Things are lookin' up for me
Used to be stuck in your bushes, I'm waitin' for your truck to leave
Know you had enough of me, look (Ha!)
It really wasn't enough of me (At all)
My bitch call me a crook, what the fuck is up with me?
Six hundred for her troubles and I booked (We outta there)
You know my life, **** (You know my life, ****)
Fuck life, I had to fight **** for thinkin' they left stronger than my right (Come here)
Been goin' to the gym longer than night
I had to get it in, your wife ain't make the cut
I tried to fit her in and skin when it got cut, it look like venison
A law-abidin' citizen
A category you can't put me in (Nah, you can't put me in)
When you dapped me, boy, I got mad annoyed
I tax you, that's statutory, now keep it trill (Now keep it trill, ****)
He don't even know me for real (Ha!)
He think he that 'cause he rap before me
But he wack, that's facts, I told him, "You need to chill" (You need to chill)
He don't even know me for real (Fuck outta here)
I hit New York for some new skeezers, a fitted
A few sneakers, you with it?
At two, I'm leavin', I'm whippin' the car, weavin' (Skrrt)
She lit with it, start geekin' (Come here, mama)
Shit, I'm raisin' the bar, reachin'
She wanna stay with the boy, sneaky (Ha)
Yo, I'ma hit you tomorrow, believe me (I'ma hit you tomorrow)
She threw up on the floor, bulimic
I had to stay on my course, the scenic (Yerr)
I try to stay filtered, glasses stay tilted
I ash on the drapes, fuck it
Imagine estates livin' with nothin' but great company (Woo)
She a ten in the face, yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look (Ha)
Shit
Yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look
Uh-huh
Yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look
Written by: Marcel Crump, Michael Taylor Perretta
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