ฟังเพลงDouble Bacc (Explicit)

Song: Double Bacc

Artist: NLE Choppa

Lyrics: Young Talent, CashMoneyAP, Papamitrou, NLE Choppa

Composed: Young Talent, CashMoneyAP, Papamitrou

CashMoneyAP

Ayy, ayy

We took a finger off that bitch

For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)

My baby mama trippin',

You know she be toxic and shit (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 niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit

You ran when your nigga got popped

Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)

I'm EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)

They know this shit is serious

They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)

We could have got the other one

But my nigga ain't double back

He callin' me off the bitch 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

Bitch, 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 nigga

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 bitch

For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)

My baby mama trippin',

You know she be toxic and shit (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 niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit

You ran when your nigga got popped

Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)

I'm EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)

They know this shit is serious

They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)

We could have got the other one

But my nigga ain't double back

Ayy let me talk that rich, you know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)

**** the murda talk, let's talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)

Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don't pay rent

And **** them niggas, shot it up,

Tell 'em come do while I'm in it (Pussy)

Me and my niggas walkin' up,

We walk 'em down, how we livin' (Brr, brr, brr)

Bitch 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 nigga,

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, nigga, we a drum line (Ayy, we a drum line)

Ayy bitch 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 bitch

For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)

My baby mama trippin',

You know she be toxic and shit (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 niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit

You ran when your nigga got popped

Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)

I'm EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)

They know this shit is serious

They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)

We could have got the other one

But my nigga ain't double back

Nigga block

Ah-ah, ah-oh

Woah, woah

Ah-ah, ah-oh

Woah, woah

Ah-ah, ah-oh

Woah, woah

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