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jumped off the streets - lil double 0 lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, mj, what you in here doin’, bruh?)
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
mmm, bruh, mhm

[verse 1]
by the top the way lil’ bruh ‘nem spin through blocks and they come through spinnin’
we done ran all through thots, i f*ck on an instagram model thot while i’m f*ckin’ her friend
uh, uh, ran through money (uh, uh), ran through thots
f*ck a rap n*gga b*tch on house arrest, i’m hittin’ the ho in my balenci’ flops (like uh, uh)

[chorus]
jumped off the streets, in timbos when we stomp
way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [?] your daddy’s son, uh
n*gga mad for nothin’, he an independent like i’m mad or somethin’, i ain’t broke
still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
can’t go broke, still got money hid under thе floor
still kick doors when i [?] my n*gga, on a mission with jugg, i’m really the g.o.a.t. (i did it [for codе?])
we spinnin’ for bro, give a f*ck if your k!llers outside on my show (uh, uh)
got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, n*gga

[verse 2]
how the n*gga sign deals and i still ain’t noticed?
every day they printin’, we gettin’ them through it
no bap, i was rich way ‘fore ’23
they ain’t belive me like mike, now i’m ballin’ like jordan (uh)
if the ho spent a night, she a freak, i support her
only hit her one night, then i beat it, abort it
nothin’ but snakes in the beehive, thuggin’ with guys that be slime
and i’m thinkin’ ’bout slime hearin’ voices, wait (uh, uh, let’s go)
shot a n*gga too close, blood done spilled up on my cartier
and we still got sh*t, scoliosis
uh, get sleep, i go and get paid
what i made off the rap out a feature from drake?
once i figured this back out, sh*t went straight
started out in the crack house, young n*gga didn’t even back out, ten years later on pay (ayy, ayy)
i got rich off the rap and the rob
(he work sh*lls, so he got him a job)
still puttin’ racks way over the b*tch, you know i’m a gangster, for life been mob
ayy, robbin’, trappin’, slidin’, did jugg season in an overtime
i was a young n*gga bumpin’ young scooter, now scooter f*ck with music that’s mine, uh (uh, uh)
[chorus]
jumped off the streets, in timbos when we stomp
way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [?] your daddy’s son, uh
n*gga mad for nothin’, he an independent like i’m mad or somethin’, i ain’t broke
still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
can’t go broke, still got money hid under the floor
still kick doors when i [?] my n*gga, on a mission with jugg, i’m really the g.o.a.t. (i did it [for code?])
we spinnin’ for bro, give a f*ck if your k!llers outside on my show (uh, uh)
got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, n*gga

- lil double 0 lyrics

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