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Yeah. Turn me up, Ghost. Bunch of shooters in a Sprinter right behind me. We pull up. I'd rather sell a brick before I let you sign me. Trap, trap. Fuck a rapper, in the trap is where you'll Find me. You know where I'm at. I been baggin' up my own since I was Tiny. Fuck your shit. I told my plug them Lil' two hundred cannot blind me. Nah, nigga. Ayy, when I finish run it through It, come rewind me. Lil' kid. Don't pull up over here without me, niggas cryin'. Niggas cryin'. They might line you up thinkin' you Tryna line me. We ain't playin'. Yeah, posted with the chopper on a shoulder strap. Yeah. you say you a shooter but we know You cap. We're Yeah, they know how we do It, bitch, you know what happen. Yeah, pick you one and hit you one and Once we finish that, let's double back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Skrrt, skrrt. Double back. Double back. U-turn. Double back. Double Double back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Bitch, I'm back. Double back. This that shit that make you U-turn in the Middle of the street. Skrrt. Hangin' out the window hittin' everything you see. Let's double back. Double Double back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Bitch, I'm back. Double back. Double back. My young nigga caught him one and Lost his appetite. I looked at him in his eyes, said, "It's Gon' be aight." Yeah. He looked at me in my eye, said, "I can't sleep at night." Keep your mind on your money, that's gon' keep You right. Aight. Yeah, niggas takin' losses, I been pushin', nigga. I been been beefin' with Some bouncers, fuck them pussies, Fuck them pussies. And I know the streets is talkin', bitch, I Hear they whispers. I hear you. It's some shit I won't acknowledge, I'm gon' read They scriptures. Bah. Yeah, ayy, I got the clip With the curve on it. One hundred. Bunch of niggas smokin' weed that got syrup on It. What? Pop a opp. Fuck a opp. Pop a opp. Fuck a opp. Now you can go and take My name and throw some dirt on it. What? My lil' partner caught him one, he havin' Nightmares. Yeah. He looked at me in my eye And asked do I care. I looked at him in his eye and told Him, "Not now." When we done it, I can't Lie, I left it right there. But we can double back. Let's pull up. Double back. Skrrt, skrrt. Double back. Double back. Double back. U-turn. Double back. Double back. back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Bitch, I'm back. Double back. This that shit that make you U-turn In the middle of the street. Skrrt. Hangin' out the window hittin' everything you See. Let's double back. Double back. Double back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Bitch, I'm back. Double Double back. Go 'head with your move, if you gon' move, Let's get it poppin', nigga. Let's poppin'. This Baby 40 pocket size with John Stockin' in 'em. If Buck ain't rockin' with him, Fuck I look like rockin' with him? Rise up, let that chopper hit him. Grra. Put that on my mama, nigga. Doo, doo, doo. Hit your neck, arm, head, Chest, arm, top half. Yeah. Leave your legs on and the rest for 'em. The body bag. Yeah. Smith & Wesson on It, hold the Stephon. Yeah. Double back for the rest of 'em. If I don't catch 'em, I'll be back. That shit that make you U-turn in the middle Of the street. Skrrt. Hangin' out the window hittin' Everything you see. Yeah. Let's double back. Double back. Double back. I'm reloadin'. Double back. Bitch, I'm back. Double back. Double back.
Young Buck, Tray 8 — Double Back
«Double Back» — Young Buck, Tray 8. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:10. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
