Double Back - Skrapz, J Styles

Yo we had to double back just to make them know

Niggas still here, I’m like the sun disappeared and reappeared

All my niggas name-brand like the clothes that I wear

Man a star boy, we don’t cuff hoes, we just share

Gun fingers in the air and wave 'em like you just don’t care

Been on more rides than funfair

Jumped out of an all-black Benz in a black Moncler

With a dark skin ting but she’s got blonde hair

I switch up my flows like seasons for no apparent reason

Thank God that I’m still breathing

Niggas tryna get at me, tell 'em «Stay scheming»

Say they’re tough guys but nobody believes 'em

I don’t think that they even believe themselves

I won’t shoot them, beat them with my belt

Some have reached out, they need some help

Coming like them niggas over there suffering from mental health

I don’t need help, I do this by myself

Feeling like it’s us against the world, fuck everybody else

All my niggas weigh heavy on the scales

Go jail, put money up for bail, only time’s gonna tell

Who’s lit and who really ain’t shit?

I jump out, empty the whole clip

Can’t walk through the area like we’re gonna take a goal kick

Got the young bucks moving John Wick

We’ve been doing this for too long, oh

Light the stove and put the food on, go

Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know

A Jewellers got our jewels on froze

Lambo with the doors up, now I’m living it

Six years ago in jail I envisaged it

Skrapz soon come out

Tell chief I’ll make him a new piece

I ain’t in jail, you know I’m pulling Fundz out

Uptown apartments, breathing in city smoke

Now it’s in my lung like I breathed in sticky dro

My profit margin’s why I’m speaking litty bro

Gassing up my head and I’m feeling dizzy bro

I tink big, when I talk it all come out

People don’t listen so my words they had to dumb down

Never on drought, getting money, bun clout

You tink I don’t regret the years that I’ve done now?

Sadly people don’t listen

So I’ve got a new chain, grill and ring and put some big bling in

Three litres turbo, the whip’s zinging

They’re all free but they’re talking like it’s prison

Money talks, you ain’t speaking to me

I step how I step, man ain’t got secrets for me

I started little waves, find me deep in the sea

Free my nigga Skrapz, you know he keep it a G

Styla back on the damn scene

Now everybody’s woke like they had a bad dream

Rarely up front, pap in the backseat

Just take note, man just run it like some athletes

Man just run it on my JJ’s

I’m in the trap, cover the break down like AA

Everybody’s on me like when they taped J

I told everybody «Next Friday» like Day-Day

Every day is a payday

And ain’t nothing changed, J’s a shanaynay

Styla don’t play, drippy on a grey day

Jeans distressed, screaming out «Maintain»

We’ve been doing this for too long, oh

Light the stove and put the food on, go

Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know

A Jewellers got our jewels on froze

We’ve been doing this for too long, oh

Light the stove and put the food on, go

Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know

A Jewellers got our jewels on froze