Double Bacc Lyrics – NLE Choppa
Singer: NLE Choppa
Title: Double Bacc
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Ayy, ayy
We took a finger off that b#tch
For all that typing and sh#t (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’,
You know she be toxic and sh#t (She be toxic and shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments,
Tell ’em, “Get off my dick” (Get off my dick)
And for them n#gg#s, did me dirty, come back hit at your sh#t
You ran when your n#gg# got popped
Why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK, for real, any n#gg# play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this sh#t is serious
They tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my n#gg# ain’t double back
He callin’ me off the b#tch phone, he tryin’ to 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 choppa
See a car, then I’ma air it
b#tch, I’m a baby Loc, I never show no fear
‘Cause I ain’t scared
And I’ma have his momma, somewhere crying,
Singing sad songs (Singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head,
His toe I want a tag on it (Put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo, might go kill a n#gg#
Then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Put the prices, I’ma go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin’ your opinion but nobody’s understand you (Understand 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 (Like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in,
She grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say I’m sorry, I say what I mean,
I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE, the army, got troops that gon’ shoot you front your mom
(Front your mom)
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#tch
For all that typing and sh#t (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’,
You know she be toxic and sh#t (She be toxic and shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments,
Tell ’em, “Get off my dick” (Get off my dick)
And for them n#gg#s, did me dirty, come back hit at your sh#t
You ran when your n#gg# got popped
Why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK, for real, any n#gg# play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this sh#t is serious
They tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my n#gg# ain’t double back
Ayy let me talk that rich, you know I pop my sh#t (Pop my sh#t, n#gg#)
**** the murda talk, let’s talk about the sh#t I spit (The sh#t I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don’t pay rent
And **** them n#gg#s, shot it up,
Tell ’em come do while I’m in it (p#ss#)
Me and my n#gg#s walkin’ up,
We walk ’em down, how we livin’ (Brr, brr, brr)
b#tch you just gotta say it’s up,
We leave ’em drownin’ in pitty (Brr, brr, brr)
We ain’t toleratin’ dissin’,
We gon’ kill, across the city (Brr, brr, brr)
And we ain’t cappin’ when we rappin’,
We gon’ make sure they feel it
We ain’t runnin’ from no n#gg#,
Unless 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 (Like a lunch line)
It’s fifty in this AR, n#gg#, we a drum line (Ayy, we a drum line)
Ayy b#tch 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 choppa leave him unbalanced,
If he don’t stick to the role (If he don’t stick to the role)
You know we kill ’em in silence,
I swear nobody gon’ know (Grr, grr)
We took a finger off that b#tch
For all that typing and sh#t (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’,
You know she be toxic and sh#t (She be toxic and shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments,
Tell ’em, “Get off my dick” (Get off my dick)
And for them n#gg#s, did me dirty, come back hit at your sh#t
You ran when your n#gg# got popped
Why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK, for real, any n#gg# play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this sh#t is serious
They tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my n#gg# ain’t double back
n#gg# block
Ah-ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
Ah-ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
Ah-ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
NLE the Top Shotta
Woah, woah
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