Double Trouble, Part 2 lyrics

[Intro: DudeyLo & Dee Play4Keeps]
Like
(Jellyy on that)
Where the f*ck is he goin'? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Come here
Baow, baow
Like, wait, oh my—
(Oh sh*t, Wntrr made this?)
It's that Dee Play4Keeps n*gga, O's up, never Gz, you heard?
n*gga, ah
n*gga, ah, ah, ah
This might be for part two, you heard?
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Every f*ckin' track, you heard? Shot after f*ckin' shot
Now look, get that n*gga
Come here

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
It's too dark on this block, turn the beam on (Where he goin'?)
Name a block that we don't got a scene on (Like, what?)
Ape the bros, and I'm turnin' my Sleeze on
We gon' show Yommy how we knock a Sleeze off
I walk him down, bet I'm throwin' him more (Where he goin'?)
When we leave, the white chalk on the floor (n*gga, word to my dead)
And if he live, we dress up as doctors
We go in the hospital, pull on his cord (Pull on his cord)
[Verse 1: DudeyLo]
We need a new one, can't let 'em forget (Can't let 'em forget)
We gon' turn on the full-court press (Like, what?)
We chase him down 'til he run out of breath (Come here)
Bullets is punchin' him, knockin' off flesh (Like, where the f*ck is you goin'?)
I was down bad, had to go get these packs up (Packs up)
If it's heavy, call Banga for backup (For backup)
The four-nick' comin' down if he act up (Like)
O'Block baby, was never a lacker (Baow, baow, baow)
Let me get in my groove (Like)
Let me show 'em I really go ku (n*gga, what?)
Off of East, I was flickin' with Scoob (Come here)
48 him, he thought we was cool (Like, word to bro)
I let it go on that boy and his boo (And his boo)
Like, he a b*tch, n*gga ran on his oobs, wow (Ran on his oobs)
With the G, I am mentally challenged (Where he goin'?)
n*gga, watch it start blackin'
I let it fire, I don't care 'bout reactions ('Bout reactions)
We pick him off on the field like it's Madden (Like, what?)
Word to bro, we put belt on they asses (The f*ck is he goin'? Like what?)

[Verse 2: Dee Play4Keeps]
How many n*ggas got put in a—
Count on your fingers for the n*ggas that never got back (Baow, baow, baow)
How many BMs my n*ggas done shagged? (Like, word to bro)
Dizzle dead, baseball bat (Now look)
Oh, sh*t, new opp, Henron pack
That n*gga Kenny Capone can't rap (Baow, baow, boom)
Your cousin got shot in his back (Relly)
And B had him duckin' his cap (Now look)
n*gga, I'm 'bout to go for the basket
R.I.P. Jo, spin your block in a black 'fit
Bro, give me the pole, just pass it
I was like thirteen tryna pick up that ratchet (Pick up that ratchet)
He played with my bop, so I slapped him
I'm Mr. Hop-Out-The-V-and-then-I-Grab-Him (Come here)
Shoot that n*gga out his Mackage (Now look)
I stay with a Loc, my cuzzy gon' crack 'em
[Chorus: DudeyLo]
It's too dark on this block, turn the beam on (Where he goin'?)
Name a block that we don't got a scene on (Like, what?)
Ape the bros, and I'm turnin' my Sleeze on
We gon' show Yommy how we knock a Sleeze off
I walk him down, bet I'm throwin' him more (Where he goin'?)
When we leave, the white chalk on the floor (n*gga, word to my dead)
And if he live, we dress up as doctors
We go in the hospital, pull on his cord (Pull on his cord)

[Outro: DudeyLo]
We need a new one, can't let 'em forget
We gon' turn on the full-court press
We chase him down 'til he run out of breath
Bullets is punchin' him, knockin' off flesh
I was down bad, had to go get these packs up
If it's heavy, call Banga for backup
The four-nick' comin' down if he act up
O'Block baby, was never a lacker