Lyrics Double Back - Skrapz, J Styles

Double Back

Yo we had to double back just to make them know
Niggas still here, I’m like the sun disappeared and reappeared
All my niggas name-brand like the clothes that I wear
Man a star boy, we don’t cuff hoes, we just share
Gun fingers in the air and wave 'em like you just don’t care
Been on more rides than funfair
Jumped out of an all-black Benz in a black Moncler
With a dark skin ting but she’s got blonde hair
I switch up my flows like seasons for no apparent reason
Thank God that I’m still breathing
Niggas tryna get at me, tell 'em «Stay scheming»
Say they’re tough guys but nobody believes 'em
I don’t think that they even believe themselves
I won’t shoot them, beat them with my belt
Some have reached out, they need some help
Coming like them niggas over there suffering from mental health
I don’t need help, I do this by myself
Feeling like it’s us against the world, fuck everybody else
All my niggas weigh heavy on the scales
Go jail, put money up for bail, only time’s gonna tell
Who’s lit and who really ain’t shit?
I jump out, empty the whole clip
Can’t walk through the area like we’re gonna take a goal kick
Got the young bucks moving John Wick
We’ve been doing this for too long, oh
Light the stove and put the food on, go
Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know
A Jewellers got our jewels on froze
Lambo with the doors up, now I’m living it
Six years ago in jail I envisaged it
Skrapz soon come out
Tell chief I’ll make him a new piece
I ain’t in jail, you know I’m pulling Fundz out
Uptown apartments, breathing in city smoke
Now it’s in my lung like I breathed in sticky dro
My profit margin’s why I’m speaking litty bro
Gassing up my head and I’m feeling dizzy bro
I tink big, when I talk it all come out
People don’t listen so my words they had to dumb down
Never on drought, getting money, bun clout
You tink I don’t regret the years that I’ve done now?
Sadly people don’t listen
So I’ve got a new chain, grill and ring and put some big bling in
Three litres turbo, the whip’s zinging
They’re all free but they’re talking like it’s prison
Money talks, you ain’t speaking to me
I step how I step, man ain’t got secrets for me
I started little waves, find me deep in the sea
Free my nigga Skrapz, you know he keep it a G
Styla back on the damn scene
Now everybody’s woke like they had a bad dream
Rarely up front, pap in the backseat
Just take note, man just run it like some athletes
Man just run it on my JJ’s
I’m in the trap, cover the break down like AA
Everybody’s on me like when they taped J
I told everybody «Next Friday» like Day-Day
Every day is a payday
And ain’t nothing changed, J’s a shanaynay
Styla don’t play, drippy on a grey day
Jeans distressed, screaming out «Maintain»
We’ve been doing this for too long, oh
Light the stove and put the food on, go
Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know
A Jewellers got our jewels on froze
We’ve been doing this for too long, oh
Light the stove and put the food on, go
Locked Skrapz up, we’ve got some new songs, you know
A Jewellers got our jewels on froze