Double Back lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro: YBN Nahmir]
Huh?
Brrrrat-bow-bow-bow
Huh?
Ayy, b*tch

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
n*ggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, f*ck typin', we ain't into that
Real n*ggas on that n*gga, where that n*gga at?
Put some strips on that n*gga, bring that n*gga back
Pass the blower to my brother, get a n*gga clapped
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp

[Verse 1: Asian Doll]
Chopper hit your body, make you do the Hammer dance
Add them numbers up, gon' weigh the dope like we the muffin man
I got ammunition for them b*tches I'm not rockin' with
Say you want that smoke, I got that glow, I used to f*ck with Xans
Came up passin' b*tches like a gun, smokin' Cali though
Asian Doll the realist, b*tch, we can't forget lil' Cuban though
n*ggas wanna f*ck us, but together we expensive, ho
Double stacks, countin' racks, reckless, pop up at your show
[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
n*ggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, f*ck typin', we ain't into that
Real n*ggas on that n*gga, where that n*gga at?
Put some strips on that n*gga, bring that n*gga back
Pass the blower to my brother, get a n*gga clapped
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
b*tches never 'bout the action, don't get into that
And if that b*tch was talkin' down, we gon' get her back
Ridin' with my Asian like we Haitian, we don't know how to act
b*tches see us, fall back, they just mad the Doll's back
Hundred bands on that boy, he a b*tch now
YBN gang sh*t, kick that b*tch out
b*tches must have thought it was a drought, but we rich now
Got my n*ggas ridin' with them .30s and them di*ks out

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
n*ggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, f*ck typin', we ain't into that
Real n*ggas on that n*gga, where that n*gga at?
Put some strips on that n*gga, bring that n*gga back
Pass the blower to my brother, get a n*gga clapped
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
Clap a n*gga just for talkin' on that slick sh*t
Drive by a lil' n*gga, get your whip flipped
I ain't duckin' no smoke when I'm in the mix
'Cause when the funk in my turf, I be shootin' sh*t
b*tches get to tweakin' and lil' Asian get to whackin' sh*t
Cuban got the .40, turn your n*gga into cannabis
Body on the blower, bet my n*ggas finna vanish it
n*gga run up 30 shots and nah they can't handle it

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
n*ggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, f*ck typin', we ain't into that
Real n*ggas on that n*gga, where that n*gga at?
Put some strips on that n*gga, bring that n*gga back
Pass the blower to my brother, get a n*gga clapped
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp

[Outro: YBN Nahmir]
Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
n*ggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, f*ck typin', we ain't into that
Real n*ggas on that n*gga, where that n*gga at?
Put some strips on that n*gga, bring that n*gga back
Pass the blower to my brother, get a n*gga clapped
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
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