Double Back

We hit they block, then double back, and we don’t speak on it
First chain wasn’t hitting hard enough, I put VV’s on it
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it
Take a nigga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
Just took his bitch, she actin' different, he don’t know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don’t know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock
We find out where that nigga life, we hit his spot spot
That nigga say he with the shit but he is not not
Speakin' down on Lil Sheik gon' get you pop popped
Brodie hit your bitch from the back, she a thot thot
You know me don’t give no fucks, I’m with all that shit
Hit they block with .223's and they gon' call it quits
You always talk about that shit that you ain’t really with
VVS’s on my wrist, my shit really lit
Shit, I can only hit if she really thick
Uh, drum and stick, I don’t really miss
Uh, we don’t tip, hit him in his shit
RBE, OBM, bitch, I represent
Couple shooters 'round me and they treat me like the president
Heard some niggas speakin' on my name but they irrelevant
Quiet with you, she come to me and get to tellin' shit
Told the bitch
Get the fuck out my face if you ain’t sellin' shit
Ten bands on the lawyer, they gon' close the case now
Hundred rounds up in that chopper, leave a nigga facedown
I don’t want to hear they from the block if you ain’t facedown
And I always thought you was, but I know you fake now
We hit they block, then double back, and we don’t speak on it
First chain wasn’t hitting hard enough, I put VV’s on it
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it
Take a nigga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
Just took his bitch, she actin' different, he don’t know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don’t know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock
We hit they block and double back and not a word was said
And your mama been a duck, that bitch be birthin' eggs
And we got Percs, we got bricks, brodie servin' meds
Oh, you ain’t never seen a boss, bitch? Then turn your head
And I gotta watch my back, niggas turnin' fed
Slanged the dick for 2 hours off this Percocet
You don’t deserve to walk this earth so be a shirt instead
And I like all my bitches thicker than a turkey leg
And all you niggas do is cap, I ain’t believin' nothin'
Put a drum up on my Glock because the Reaper comin'
And how you on that dumb shit but scared to be a dummy?
And every time them niggas call they just be needin' money
And brodie bro empty that stick, he need no reason for it
Talkin' crazy on the 'Gram until you bleed him for it
Nigga claimin' he the plug, then it must be a shortage
And that diss was hella weak, y’all need to rerecord it, bitch
We hit they block, then double back, and we don’t speak on it
First chain wasn’t hitting hard enough, I put VV’s on it
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it
Take a nigga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
Just took his bitch, she actin' different, he don’t know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don’t know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock