NLE Choppa – Double Bacc lyrics

(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy, ayy

We took a finger off that b**** for all that typing and s*** (All that typing and s***)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as s*** (She be toxic as s***)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my d*** (Get off my d***)
And for them n***** did me dirty, come back, hit at your s***
You ran when your n**** got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any n**** play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this s*** is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my n**** ain’t double back
N****, blatt

He callin’ me off the b**** phone, he tryna see just where I’m at
I’m posted at the crib, I got the 308, it’s in my bag
Go outside with this chopper, see a car, then I’ma air it
B****, I’m a baby Loc, I never show no fear ’cause I ain’t scared
And I’ma have his mama somewhere crying, singing sad songs (Singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe, I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a n****, then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I’ma go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin’ your opinion, but nobody’s understanding you (Understanding you)
Standin’ ten toes on my own like a man would do (Like a man would do)
When she pop a molly, she eat it up like a vegetable (Just like a vegetable)
Ride this d*** like Harley, she all in, she grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say I’m sorry, I say what I meant, I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE the army, got troops that gon’ shoot, you front your move (Front your move)
My daughter on the way, but I told Blasian have my son, though
I’m shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine on me

We took a finger off that b**** for all that typing and s*** (All that typing and s***)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as s*** (She be toxic as s***)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my d*** (Get off my d***)
And for them n***** did me dirty, come back, hit at your s***
You ran when your n**** got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any n**** play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this s*** is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my n**** ain’t double back
N****, blatt

Ayy let me talk that rich talk, you know I pop my s*** (Pop my s***, n****)
F*** the murder talk, let’s talk about the s*** I spit (The s*** I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don’t pay rent
And f*** them n***** shot it up, tell ’em come do it while I’m in it (P****)
Me and my n***** walkin’ up, we walk ’em down how we livin’ (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
B**** you just gotta say it’s up, we leave ’em drownin’ in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain’t toleratin’ dissin’, we gon’ kill ‘cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain’t cappin’ when we rappin’, we gon’ make sure they feel it
We ain’t runnin’ from no n**** ‘less they one-time (Unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib when it’s crunch time (When it’s crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it like a lunch line (Just like a lunch line)
It’s fifty in this AR, n****, we a drumline (Ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, b****, I’m blowin’ exotic, but I ain’t chillin’ with Joe (I ain’t chillin’ with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over and my lions turned poor (And my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced if he don’t stick to the role (He don’t stick to the role)
You know we kill ’em in silence, I swear nobody gon’ know (Grrt, grrt, ayy)

We took a finger off that b**** for all that typing and s*** (All that typing and s***)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as s*** (She be toxic as s***)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my d*** (Get off my d***)
And for them n***** did me dirty, come back, hit at your s***
You ran when your n**** got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any n**** play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this s*** is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my n**** ain’t double back
N****, blatt

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