Double Back lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
We hit they block, then double back, and we don't speak on it
First chain wasn't hitting hard enough, I put VV's on it
You think you with all that bullsh*t, we really be on it
Take a n*gga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, n*gga, no lie
Just took his b*tch, she actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don't know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
We find out where that n*gga life, we hit his spot spot
That n*gga say he with the sh*t but he is not not
Speakin' down on Lil Sheik gon' get you pop popped
Brodie hit your b*tch from the back, she a thot thot
You know me don't give no f*cks, I'm with all that sh*t
Hit they block with .223's and they gon' call it quits
You always talk about that sh*t that you ain't really with
VVS's on my wrist, my sh*t really lit
sh*t, I can only hit if she really thick
Uh, drum and stick, I don't really miss
Uh, we don't tip, hit him in his sh*t
RBE, OBM, b*tch, I represent
Couple shooters 'round me and they treat me like the president
Heard some n*ggas speakin' on my name but they irrelevant
Quiet with you, she come to me and get to tellin' sh*t
Told the b*tch
Get the f*ck out my face if you ain't sellin' sh*t
Ten bands on the lawyer, they gon' close the case now
Hundred rounds up in that chopper, leave a n*gga facedown
I don't want to hear they from the block if you ain't facedown
And I always thought you was, but I know you fake now
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
We hit they block, then double back, and we don't speak on it
First chain wasn't hitting hard enough, I put VV's on it
You think you with all that bullsh*t, we really be on it
Take a n*gga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, n*gga, no lie
Just took his b*tch, she actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don't know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
We hit they block and double back and not a word was said
And your mama been a duck, that b*tch be birthin' eggs
And we got Percs, we got bricks, brodie servin' meds
Oh, you ain't never seen a boss, b*tch? Then turn your head
And I gotta watch my back, n*ggas turnin' fed
Slanged the di*k for 2 hours off this Percocet
You don't deserve to walk this earth so be a shirt instead
And I like all my b*tches thicker than a turkey leg
And all you n*ggas do is cap, I ain't believin' nothin'
Put a drum up on my Glock because the Reaper comin'
And how you on that dumb sh*t but scared to be a dummy?
And every time them n*ggas call they just be needin' money
And brodie bro empty that stick, he need no reason for it
Talkin' crazy on the 'Gram until you bleed him for it
n*gga claimin' he the plug, then it must be a shortage
And that diss was hella weak, y'all need to rerecord it, b*tch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
We hit they block, then double back, and we don't speak on it
First chain wasn't hitting hard enough, I put VV's on it
You think you with all that bullsh*t, we really be on it
Take a n*gga chain right off his neck, got me Deebo-in'
Twenty bands on me right now, n*gga, no lie
Just took his b*tch, she actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police askin' questions, we don't know opps
Smokin' Cookie in this whip with this Glock Glock