Double Back
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't neva had to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that
Pop up in yo city where the mall at
Walk in Foot Locker look at the wall like give me all that
Aye fuck Lids, I ain't got no time for no ball cap
Can't touch mids, only smoke exotics when I'm rolling up
When you see that S with that star nigga you know it's us
I just dropped a bag on a car already tore it up
I tried to do the dash in that car the engine blowing up
I doubled back, dealership, I just copped a newer whip
Matte black matching my new .40 with the Ruger stitch
No rap cap, I can show yo shorty how to do this shit
Hit yo block we double back
Then hit my block to double up
I swear I'll be done trapping as soon as I bubble up
Number one, can't be number two I ain't the runner up
But bitch I'm the shit you niggas ain't even bubble guts
I want that bread, chicken and lettuce, I'm on my pita shit
Fuck nigga saying he better how you believe that shit
Stop it, niggas know the words to my song I ain't even dropped it
Haters even bobbing along they got no option
Two pistols black one chrome I get to swapping
Two chicks can't leave her alone Nigga she got it
We get that hard in then taking off like a rocket
Fuck a wallet can't even fit it in my pocket
Bitch I need a duffle
I ain't like the hand I was dealt
I need a shuffle
I don't like how you talking think ima need a shovel
Pain I went thru took me to another level
Isiah in game 6 I'm hurting but still lit
I might take a L today, but I'll still win the whole ship
Then I double back, I'm tryna make what Em made 10x then double that
I might take the Em route and start dissing the mumble rappers
Fake banging niggas changing colors like mood ring
Get in a jam rat on yo mans ain't how we do thangs, no
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't neva had to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that
A, the only plan I make don't need a fall back
B, quiet for we send shit through yo ball cap
C, me and know I'm nothing like the rest of em
D, Boy ain't no dummy so don't go testing him
We, ignoring the hate I can't be stressing them
She, wanna come with her friend and I be blessing them
Boy I can give you the game with the whole lesson plan
You still ain't gone be shit
Still ain't on no King shit
I'm all about the real
Give no fucks bout your dreams bitch
I thought about a deal
But that really don't mean shit
Sign my life for a couple mill, nah I wouldn't be me kid
I'm sick and can't be healed
No reason to pop no pills aye look
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie Nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't neva had to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that
Pop up in yo city where the mall at
Walk in Foot Locker look at the wall like give me all that
Aye fuck Lids, I ain't got no time for no ball cap
Can't touch mids, only smoke exotics when I'm rolling up
When you see that S with that star nigga you know it's us
I just dropped a bag on a car already tore it up
I tried to do the dash in that car the engine blowing up
I doubled back, dealership, I just copped a newer whip
Matte black matching my new .40 with the Ruger stitch
No rap cap, I can show yo shorty how to do this shit
Hit yo block we double back
Then hit my block to double up
I swear I'll be done trapping as soon as I bubble up
Number one, can't be number two I ain't the runner up
But bitch I'm the shit you niggas ain't even bubble guts
I want that bread, chicken and lettuce, I'm on my pita shit
Fuck nigga saying he better how you believe that shit
Stop it, niggas know the words to my song I ain't even dropped it
Haters even bobbing along they got no option
Two pistols black one chrome I get to swapping
Two chicks can't leave her alone Nigga she got it
We get that hard in then taking off like a rocket
Fuck a wallet can't even fit it in my pocket
Bitch I need a duffle
I ain't like the hand I was dealt
I need a shuffle
I don't like how you talking think ima need a shovel
Pain I went thru took me to another level
Isiah in game 6 I'm hurting but still lit
I might take a L today, but I'll still win the whole ship
Then I double back, I'm tryna make what Em made 10x then double that
I might take the Em route and start dissing the mumble rappers
Fake banging niggas changing colors like mood ring
Get in a jam rat on yo mans ain't how we do thangs, no
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't neva had to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that
A, the only plan I make don't need a fall back
B, quiet for we send shit through yo ball cap
C, me and know I'm nothing like the rest of em
D, Boy ain't no dummy so don't go testing him
We, ignoring the hate I can't be stressing them
She, wanna come with her friend and I be blessing them
Boy I can give you the game with the whole lesson plan
You still ain't gone be shit
Still ain't on no King shit
I'm all about the real
Give no fucks bout your dreams bitch
I thought about a deal
But that really don't mean shit
Sign my life for a couple mill, nah I wouldn't be me kid
I'm sick and can't be healed
No reason to pop no pills aye look
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie Nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
Hit the mall and spend a couple racks
By the time I made it home I made double back
I ain't never have to lie nigga these all facts
And if I ain't a real nigga what you call that aye
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Writer(s): Tevin Hill
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