Double Back - Freshie

Ayy

(I get them racks, I get them, I’m in that)

Yuh

Chatz

Dirty, Dirty

(I get them racks, I get them, I’m in that)

Yeah (Ha)

R.I.P.

my cousin, man, for real

Yeah, yeah (Chatz)

I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)

I’m in the trap, I double back (Dirty)

Where is you at?

Hit up my jack (Dirty)

Niggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)

I keep the pack, I keep a strap

It’s on my lap, nigga, fuck rats (Dirty Boy)

Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)

And, bitch, we don’t know how to act (Dirty)

I put the gang all on the map

He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)

Nigga, you broke, nigga, you wack

Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)

I smoke the weed, OG the gas

Bitches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)

Run up a check, show 'em my ass

Get our your feelings and go get a bag

Freshie, yeah, Dirty

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pockets they big, pockets they fat (Dirty Boy)

Cut off my ex, she is still mad (Dirty Boy)

I get the cash, I get it fast (Dirty)

Bentley the coupe, doin' the dash (Dirty)

Designer the stand, drip with the walk (Dirty Boy)

Niggas just flex, niggas just talk (Dirty)

Walk in the bank, come out the vault (Dirty)

Look at my swag, I don’t shop at the mall (Dirty Boy)

I cannot slip, I cannot fall

Think I’m LeBron from the way that I ball (Yeah)

Run up the money like taking a jog

Killin' these niggas, we killin' them all (Dirty)

Most of these niggas be banging, they fraud (Dirty)

Hop on that dick, man, that bitch like a frog (Dirty)

Fuck the 12, we breakin' the law (Dirty)

Yeah, yeah (Lil' Dirty)

I get them racks, I get the stacks (Dirty)

I’m in the trap, I double back (Dirty)

Where is you at?

Hit up my jack (Dirty)

Niggas be cap, that is fact (Yeah, Dirty Boy)

I keep the pack, I keep a strap

It’s on my lap, nigga, fuck rats (Dirty Boy)

Yeah, my gang, we gang like frat (Dirty Boy)

And, bitch, we don’t know how to act (Dirty)

I put the gang all on the map

He doin' this, he doin' that (Yeah)

Nigga, you broke, nigga, you wack

Designer on me from my shoes to my hat (Dirty)

I smoke the weed, OG the gas

Bitches on me, they in love with my tats (Yeah)

Run up a check, show 'em my ass

Get our your feelings and go get a bag (Dirty Boy)

Yeah

Man, my fuckin' head hurts, nigga, but I’ma still turn a nigga to a dancer

Yeah, you want smoke but you don’t want cancer