Double Back - Yhung T.O., DaBoii

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