Double Back lyrics

[Intro]
(You like that?)
Yeah, yeah (Like that, yeah)
(I get them racks, I get the stack, I'm in the trap)
Ayy
(I get them racks, I get them, I'm in that)
Yuh
Chatz
Dirty, Dirty
(I get them racks, I get them, I'm in that)
Yeah (Ha)
R.I.P. my cousin, man, for real
Yeah, yeah (Chatz)

[Chorus]
I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)
I'm in the trap, I double back (Dirty)
Where is you at? Hit up my jack (Dirty)
n*ggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)
I keep the pack, I keep a strap
It's on my lap, n*gga, f*ck rats (Dirty Boy)
Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)
And, b*tch, we don't know how to act (Dirty)
I put the gang all on the map
He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)
n*gga, you broke, n*gga, you wack
Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)
I smoke the weed, OG the gas
b*tches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)
Run up a check, show 'em my ass
Get our your feelings and go get a bag

[Bridge]
[?] Freshie, yeah, Dirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Pockets they big, pockets they fat (Dirty Boy)
Cut off my ex, she is still mad (Dirty Boy)
I get the cash, I get it fast (Dirty)
Bentley the coupe, doin' the dash (Dirty)
Designer the stand, drip with the walk (Dirty Boy)
n*ggas just flex, n*ggas just talk (Dirty)
Walk in the bank, come out the vault (Dirty)
Look at my swag, I don't shop at the mall (Dirty Boy)
I cannot slip, I cannot fall
Think I'm LeBron from the way that I ball (Yeah)
Run up the money like taking a jog
Killin' these n*ggas, we killin' them all (Dirty)
Most of these n*ggas be banging, they fraud (Dirty)
Hop on that di*k, man, that b*tch like a frog (Dirty)
f*ck the 12, we breakin' the law (Dirty)
Yeah, yeah (Lil' Dirty)
[Chorus]
I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)
I'm in the trap, I double back (Dirty)
Where is you at? Hit up my jack (Dirty)
n*ggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)
I keep the pack, I keep a strap
It's on my lap, n*gga, f*ck rats (Dirty Boy)
Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)
And, b*tch, we don't know how to act (Dirty)
I put the gang all on the map
He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)
n*gga, you broke, n*gga, you wack
Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)
I smoke the weed, OG the gas
b*tches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)
Run up a check, show 'em my ass
Get our your feelings and go get a bag (Dirty Boy)

[Outro]
Yeah
Man, my f*ckin' head hurts, n*gga, but I'ma still turn a n*gga to a dancer
Yeah, you want smoke but you don't want cancer