Double Back
When I caught my case they thought I'd never make it back
With them charges you was dealt, bitch you done that's your ass
Crazy how my own fuckin brothers on the gram
Posting pictures of my mug shots, gossiping like fans
I tried to tell em I would beat that shit
Cop outs for the weak and shit
Nuts big, drag em on the floor you wouldn't believe this shit
I can't lie, I was nervous but my lawyer got to eating
Told the prosecutor suck a fuckin dick get on yo knees bitch
Sat down for a year and kept it solid now I'm home again
Right back to the trap I called my plug like bitch I'm on again
Bust it down, four Way on the chain bitch I'm hollin'
Still fuckin round with Brooklyn bitch I'm whiling, still childish
Play round with my bitch I get to crashing out
I just watched a feen hit that woof, now he passing out
If you want a problem then it's up there ain't no hashing out
Deep dick her face down in the pillow got her tapping out
Dudes be tryna at me on the gram like it's some beef
But when they see me in the streets
Get to acting like some sheep
You some broke ass hating lil bitches man forreal
How you hating on another grown man get out yo feels
I could put you on a shirt, get you popped like a perc
Then get right back to that paper from the first to the first
We can all get some money or go to war what's the word
Free Benny, free Kap, free Borey, free Bert
I told y'all bitches stop playing with me
I just came home fighting seventy-five to life, bitch I do this shit
I told my bitch to hold my shit down
When I had to do that sit down
She hit my licks and ran my paper up
So now she getting dicked down
They say Deezy why you back with that?
Boy you really cracked for that
Fuck yo lil opinions if there's problems we can handle that
Matter fact, never let my bitch name out yo mouth again
I ain't no killer but if you talk down on my bitch you really asking then
If you know me then you know me I go psycho bout that bitch
Don't let me catch you one on one I'm calling iso in this bitch
I'm still eating off that lick we hit on Geico
I was eating Ramen Noodles watching Gully whip that pyro
Packs dropping in the air but we ain't talking iPhones
Naw, bitch we ain't talking iPhones
With them charges you was dealt, bitch you done that's your ass
Crazy how my own fuckin brothers on the gram
Posting pictures of my mug shots, gossiping like fans
I tried to tell em I would beat that shit
Cop outs for the weak and shit
Nuts big, drag em on the floor you wouldn't believe this shit
I can't lie, I was nervous but my lawyer got to eating
Told the prosecutor suck a fuckin dick get on yo knees bitch
Sat down for a year and kept it solid now I'm home again
Right back to the trap I called my plug like bitch I'm on again
Bust it down, four Way on the chain bitch I'm hollin'
Still fuckin round with Brooklyn bitch I'm whiling, still childish
Play round with my bitch I get to crashing out
I just watched a feen hit that woof, now he passing out
If you want a problem then it's up there ain't no hashing out
Deep dick her face down in the pillow got her tapping out
Dudes be tryna at me on the gram like it's some beef
But when they see me in the streets
Get to acting like some sheep
You some broke ass hating lil bitches man forreal
How you hating on another grown man get out yo feels
I could put you on a shirt, get you popped like a perc
Then get right back to that paper from the first to the first
We can all get some money or go to war what's the word
Free Benny, free Kap, free Borey, free Bert
I told y'all bitches stop playing with me
I just came home fighting seventy-five to life, bitch I do this shit
I told my bitch to hold my shit down
When I had to do that sit down
She hit my licks and ran my paper up
So now she getting dicked down
They say Deezy why you back with that?
Boy you really cracked for that
Fuck yo lil opinions if there's problems we can handle that
Matter fact, never let my bitch name out yo mouth again
I ain't no killer but if you talk down on my bitch you really asking then
If you know me then you know me I go psycho bout that bitch
Don't let me catch you one on one I'm calling iso in this bitch
I'm still eating off that lick we hit on Geico
I was eating Ramen Noodles watching Gully whip that pyro
Packs dropping in the air but we ain't talking iPhones
Naw, bitch we ain't talking iPhones
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Writer(s): Ot Deezy
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