Double Bacc Lyrics - Nle Choppa

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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 as shit (She be toxic as 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
Put a price up on his head, his toe I want a tag on it
Me and Tevo, might go kill a nigga 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
Standin’ ten toes, on my own, like a man would do
When she pop a Molly, she eat it up like a vegetable
Ride this dick like Harley, she [?], she grip my testicules
Never say I’m sorry, I say what I mean, I tell the truth
NLE, the army, got shooters that gon’ shoot you front your mom
My daughter on the way but I don’t play just had my son though
I’m straight up ’bout my past, I just want [?]

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 as shit (She be toxic as 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 talk my shit
Fuck the murda talk, let’s talk about the shit I spit
Pay for a body in a Sprinter and I don’t pay rent
And fuck them niggas shot it up, tell ’em come do while I’m in it
Me and my niggas walkin’ up, we walk ’em down, we lit
Bitch you just gotta say it’s up, we leave ’em drownin’ in blood
We ain’t toleratin’ dissin’, we gon’ kill, cost a city
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
I leave my phone at the crib, when it’s crunch time
Extended clip, long gunnin’, like a lunch line
It’s fifty in this AR, nigga, we a drum line
And bitch I’m blowin’ exotic but I ain’t chillin’ with Joe
Your tiger king it took over and my lions turned cold
This choppa leave ’em unbalanced, if he don’t stick to the role
You know we kill ’em in silence, I swear nobody gon’ know

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 as shit (She be toxic as 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