Double Trouble lyrics

[Hunnid]
Call me hundon Don Dada
Holding on this choppa
Get em missing like he Hoffa
I can have a n*gga slaughtered
Cutters on me now, who wanna dance in this b*tch
Stick up boys is outside robbing
Finna tax em a b*tch
Said I’m outside in a monkey suit just laying in bushes
Can’t wait till this n*gga come home
Ima rob me a pus*y
He was talking bout them bricks n*gga
He knowing he shouldn’t
As soon as this n*gga come home, all his sh*t getting tookin
If it’s up there then it’s stuck there n*gga I’m ready to click
You n*ggas talking about the don n*gga this sh*t is high risk
And I’ma zip that n*gga up I’m really steppin on sh*t
And I’ma rob his ass again just to see if he going hit
Ima spin up on his block don’t need no one to ride with me
Cuz I don’t need no co defendants sliding and lying on me
And you can’t play on both sidеs round here you’ll get friеd homie
That’s how a n*gga ending on a shirt and died Shawty
What’s the point of having soldiers if you ain’t gonna use em n*gga
We got up on the fire and gonna really use it n*gga
We going really slide and step on sh*t and you gonna lose a n*gga
Catch one of your homies lacking turn him to the bluest n*gga
[Stro D]
Ain’t no question if we runnin ‘em down
We gunnin ‘em down
Have em shaking when that choppa sound
Should’ve stayed in the house
I don’t get my hands dirty I kick my feet up lil n*gga
Walk around with all this pressure on me gotta keep my heat up lil n*gga
I’m too high class for this local sh*t
When I bend the block them n*ggas know it’s me
Gotta call the shot now b*tches notice me
I say f*ck it for whoever want it
I’m loaded up so show me my opponent
I live In hell got all these demons on me
I’m dropping bombs over Baghdad
I got his b*tch and he big mad
n*gga wanna be beef come get your b*tch back
I got McDonald’s and a Big Mac
Play with my side I’ll leave you fried ain’t no lick back
That n*gga pus*y he ain’t gon slide for his get back
And when that pus*y n*gga die who gon get back
Keep a hundo in the clip they know just not to f*ck with us
I do not fear nobody on my momma you’ll get bust
n*ggas talkin I ain’t with that
b*tch pass a n*gga don’t need no six pack
Bullet could break a bone like a kitkat
Yea it’s on now that 40 lookin for your soul now
My slummy slidin with that chrome now
n*gga what you on now