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double back - bmb jay lyrics

[chorus]
pull up to your block and we double back
your homie he dead he ain’t comin back
you say you want war? wassup with that
we want all the smoke we ain’t falling back
i just made a few bands imma double that
but i still got some racks stuffed in my duffle bag
i been makin these plays like a quarter back
last week had a informant, we sorted that

[verse 1]
all that broke sh*t we ain’t in to that
bmb gang, imma represent
like a diplomat
all that lame sh*t, we ain’t in to that
or all the beef*in all up on the internet
them n*ggas be b*tches, capping, bluffing
hang the ass up on the ceiling fan
i could watch my own back, i don’t need no friends
i just clutch on my glock when i’m feelin tense
[chorus]
pull up to your block and we double back
your homie he dead he ain’t comin back
you say you want war? wassup with that
we want all the smoke we ain’t falling back
i just made a few bands imma double that
but i still got some racks stuffed in my duffle bag
i been makin these plays like a quarter back
last week had a informant, we sorted that

[verse 2]
roll them up in the wood, imma face that
leave you dead in your place
see a chain imma take dat
and if you want smoke, then just say that
but just know, there ain’t no place that u safe at
and if the cops come, i ain’t never know none
so better let me know where the trace at
because i garantee’ there ain’t no case then
because this thirty*eight ain’t leaving no casings

[chorus]
pull up to your block and we double back
your homie he dead he ain’t comin back
you say you want war? wassup with that
we want all the smoke we ain’t falling back
i just made a few bands imma double that
but i still got some racks stuffed in my duffle bag
but i still got some young*ins, that’ll run in your trap
and take off with your pack like a running back
[verse 3]
and that n*gga want smoke?
you know what that means?
then i guess, imma hotbox the laundry matte
gettin money, i could buy a new pontiac
drankin henny, hopefully i dont hit cardiac
and i’m fresh out the pen
tryna get lit, like aye where all the party’s at?
and i not facing 10, i’m facing 15
like d*mn, i shoulda stabbed his ass
and that n*gga he fake
heard that he snitching
like d*mn, i shoulda got around from that

[outro]
all y’all n*ggas is snake
ain’t what you claim
y’all n*ggas some b*tches
better stop the act
give a f*ck what you say
if i don’t beat the case
then imma go on the run
you won’t find my ass
b*tch i’m raising the stakes
i’m moving down states
i won’t hit the breaks
and that’s for the fact

- bmb jay lyrics

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