Double Trouble ft. Stro D Lyrics

Call me hundon Don Dada

Holding on this choppa

Get em missing like he hoffa

I can have a nigga slaughtered

Cutters on me now, who wanna dance in this bitch

Stick up boys is outside robbing

Finna tax em a bitch

Said I’m outside in a monkey suit just laying in bushes

Can’t wait till this nigga come home

Ima rob me a pussy

He was talking bout them bricks nigga

He knowing he shouldn’t

As soon as this nigga come home, all his shit getting tookin

If it’s up there then it’s stuck there nigga I’m ready to click

You niggas talking about the don nigga this shit is high risk

And I’ma zip that nigga up I’m really Steppin on shit

And I’ma rob his ass again just to see if he going hit

I’ma spin up on his block don’t need no one to ride with me

Cuz I don’t need no co defendants sliding and lying on me

And you can’t play on both sides round here you’ll get fried homie

That’s how a nigga ending on a shirt and died Shawty

What’s the point of having soldiers if you ain’t gonna use em nigga

We got up on the fire and really use it Nigga

We going really slide and step on shit and you gonna lose a Nigga

Catch one of your Homies lacking turn him to the bluest nigga

Ain’t no question if we runnin ‘Em down

We gunnin ‘em down

Have em shaking when that choppa sound

Should’ve stayed in the house

I don’t get my

Hands dirty I kick my feet up lil nigga

Walk around with all this pressure on me gotta keep my heat up lil nigga

I’m too high class for this local shit

When I bend the block them niggas know it’s me

Gotta call the shot now bitches notice me

I say fuck it for whoever want it

I’m loaded up so show me my opponent

I live In hell got all these demons on me

I’m dropping bombs over Baghdad

I got his bitch and he big mad

Nigga wanna be beef come get your bitch back

I got McDonald’s and a Big Mac

Play with my side I’ll leave you fried ain’t no lick back

That nigga pussy he ain’t gon slide for his get back

And when that pussy Nigga die who gon get back

Keep a hundo in the clip they know just not to fuck with us

I do not fear nobody on my momma you’ll get bust

Niggas talkin I ain’t with that

Bitch pass a Nigga don’t need no six pack

Bullet could break a bone like a KitKat

Yea it’s on now that 40 lookin for your soul

now

My slummy slidin with that chrome now

Nigga what you on now