FreeBand Matt – Double back Lyrics
Artist: FreeBand Matt
Song: Double back
f#ck around, empty the clip
Me and Lil {?}, just came from a lick
That boy, he a b#tch, he gave us his sh#t
Split him in two, watch a n#gg# die quick
Thick lil’ b#tch, she stay on this dick
Stick ain’t move, got the stick on my hip
Put dirt on my name, we comin’ with blicks
Shoot this sh#t on, we droppin’ ’bout six
Shoot this sh#t on, we droppin’ ’bout six
I gotta lay low, ’cause the feds on my dick
I kick the b#tch out, she ain’t suckin’ no dick
And word on my mother, I keep me a stick
Extendo so long, {?}
I hopped out that window and chased him and hit him with six
I go to your grave, I piss on your sh#t
I do my lil’ dance with my bro and my clique
How you want peace and then you gon’ talk?
And next n#gg# talk, I’ma show him he soft
I’m countin’ this money, it givin’ me {?}
So many Benjis’, it throwin’ me off
I’m up in the trap, she throwin’ her thong
These b#tches just f#ckin’ and suckin’ for fun
So many guns, you n#gg#s got one
I’ll spin on yo’ block wit’ a whole ‘lotta drums
I’ll spin on yo’ block wit’ a whole ‘lotta drums
Lil’ bro in the back, he do it for fun
Ran off on the plug, we ran wit’ yo’ sh#t
We asked him for one, he gave us ’bout six
We up in that trap, knock-knock, who this?
Bro, pass me the pistol, ’boutta smoke me a jit
You claimin’ you know me, you n#gg#s’ my jits
I hopped on the plane, and told them, “We rich”
I hopped on the plane, and told them, “We rich”
Mama, no struggle, your son’s wit’ the sh#t
You need that lil’ {?}, I rob me a b#tch
f#ck around, empty the clip
Me and Lil {?}, just came from a lick
That boy, he a b#tch, he gave us his sh#t
Split him in two, watch a n#gg# die quick
Thick lil’ b#tch, she stay on this dick
Stick ain’t move, got the stick on my hip
Put dirt on my name, we comin’ with blicks
Shoot this sh#t on, we droppin’ ’bout six
I got the drop onna’ opp, he a dummy
You can get shot if you’re tryna act funny
We light that sh#t up like it’s motherf#ckin’ {?}
They plottin’ on me ’cause they want some of the money
Pull out my glizzy, now he runnin’ from me
Keep one in the air, you ain’t takin’ sh#t from me
They love spinning blocks, but they ain’t killin’ nothin’
Caught him and his bit’, and now she’s cryin’ and dumped him
n#gg#s playing wit me, I ain’t playin’ like that
We bustin’ to you and we slide right back
If you bustin’ at me, then I’m bustin’ right back
Tryna kill me, then you prolly’ get whacked
Turned a lil’ opp into a brand new pack
{?} I ain’t going out like that
He got shot in his head, he got shot in his back
If you slide to my hood, then you will get checked
Every n#gg# that try to {?}, {?} just know that he gon’ die
If you keep playin’ wit’ me, boy them n#gg#s be stupid, they playin’ wit’ fire
Ion’ know why he talkin’ that sh#t, that boy was lackin’ on I-95
He sendin’ me texts, he think that he tough, but i don’t even know this guy
You was my dog, but now you a b#tch in my eyes so I don’t give a f#ck
That rapper so funny, he think he a killer, ’til i really show him what’s up
He was locked up in {?}, he made a lil’ diss, but we all know he p#ss# as f#ck
I just started laughin’, I saw that lil’ song, and I know he’s goofy as f#ck
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Release Year: 2021