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foolio - double that lyrics

[verse]
we the ones that really drillin’
freddy got k!lled for attin’ bibby in his mentions
poppa you a b+tch, we beat yo ass, made you a victim
made you clique up with that singer, hope you know he dyin’ with you
chi+chi’s 40 years old, had ’em runnin’ like a teen
f+ck 1200, 2nd, 5, and melvin street
f+ck 00, 26th, the whole backstreet
12 k!lled my lil brother so it’s f+ck the police
when we slide ain’t sh+t safe, f+ck your momma and them children
plug keep throwing us turkeys, man i think his ass a pilgrim
momma told me “jit my cousin,” mom i still gotta k!ll em
hit the news smilin’, b+tch i’m [?] in my picture
if you rollin’ with the opps you get cropped out that picture
everytimе somebody die they say foolio donе did it
i was really 14 shootin’ up the city
i was 15 when i got shot with that glizzy
somebody call [?] my dawg hang with rats
somebody help scotty my fellas took his snacks
gettin’ extorted, can’t touch a [?] come through the [?]
and i don’t care who got them racks, boy i got them racks
drop some guap on yo top, now yo ass a pack
cojack, he like ray lewis, cus he just want a sack
he makin’ diss songs but wrote a statement on crackajack
rose just took twin’s glock, n+gga and that’s facts
whodie hit the light, turn right, they on jessie street
hit the cut by first, we got a runner, i think i see lil leeke
he runnin’, my lil youngin got to gunnin’ with that .223
then take a trip to the yellow store, i need some grabba leaf
i’m tryna knock yo clique off, 6block we in the playoffs
ain’t worried bout twin cus i’m tryna catch his big dawg
keeme, boy, yo daddy’s the police, stop callin’ my phone
reddot, he told on moody, boy y’all dead wrong
catch one in public and i’m on their ass
you can’t run from this sh+t, imma f+ckin’ spazz
all the opps f+ckin’ scared cus i gotta bag
i don’t wanna f+ck that b+tch cus her p+ssy bad
i heard it’s 50 on my head, n+gga double that
send them boys my way and they ain’t comin’ back
i heard it’s 50 on my head, n+gga double that
you n+ggas hidin’, boy double that
[outro]
i’m in the city for real, n+gga
double that
i heard it’s 50, n+gga, double that
i heard it’s 50 on my, n+gga, double that
make it hundred
make it two hundred

- foolio lyrics

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