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off-white - lil double 0 lyrics

[intro]
swear to god, like, it look like you need a couple more, like
d*mn, like
(money musik, that my dog for sure)

[chorus]
step on a n*gga, off*white air ones
you run with k!llers, you ain’t never bomb sh*t
walk ’round with a backpack full of racks like i’m on dumb sh*t
not six feet, but i’m pourin’ up mud
it ain’t no secret, double really come from sh*t (okay)
this marni, can’t copy the drip
what you make in a month, probably spent it on drugs in memphis
‘fore i’m in for a beef, get ready and keep sh*t k!lled
sh*t, i’d k!ll my cousin (n*gga an opposition)

[verse 1]
she for the streets, turn a ho to housewife (ayy, walk down)
(chasin’ these b*tches ’cause these hoes droppin’ sh*t)
‘fore i started rappin’, sh*t, i was trappin’, know a n*gga drop hits and bodies, ho
for the gang go h*llcat, get racks, he can pay for it
opps ain’t pop sh*t but the fake percs, n*gga
countin’ racks, got phone books, that was today work
i just ran this sh*t up quicker (slatt, slatt)
every day, drinkin’ lean, the vibes want liquor
glock with a beam, ar can’t switch ’em up (big 4k)
whatever i tote (walk down devil, different guns, might switch ’em)
walk down, walk down devil, uh
windows down, them switches loud, them choppers bust
thot b*tches wild (like makin’ sound whenever we f*ck)
(b*tch, get up, i can’t trust)
ho wanna see me when i post pics up (free slime)
but i can’t box no b*tch up or no nothin’ (uh, she for the streets, she ain’t mine)
he ain’t pushin’ p, the p pushin’ man
where i’m from, 7th street, walkin’ ’round all the time (uh)
opps know not try come through slidin’
we the ones come walk down all the time
all of my life, ridin’ ’round with drug dealers and choppers (uh)
my balenciaga fur come on the slide
b*tch know that she can’t get in this ride
bulletproof amg, got a switch in the side
n*gga, hate on me (uh)
b*tches wait on me
real og, four*twenty*five, f*ck a n*gga, can’t play with me (uh)
uh, rockin’ off*white, i don’t care about the price
know you havin’ motion, you don’t keep the receipt (uh)
bankroll, another figure to keep (uh, uh)
steppin’ too much, he got blood on his feet (uh, n*gga, uh)
[chorus]
step on a n*gga, off*white air ones
you run with k!llers, you ain’t never bomb sh*t
walk ’round with a backpack full of racks like i’m on dumb sh*t
not six feet, but i’m pourin’ up mud
it ain’t no secret, double really come from sh*t (okay)
this marni, can’t copy the drip
what you make in a month, probably spent it on drugs in memphis
‘fore i’m in for a beef, get ready and keep sh*t k!lled
sh*t, i’d k!ll my cousin (n*gga an opposition)

[verse 2]
beat n*gga block just like a granddaddy (way he got cut up with them switches)
can’t trust no n*gga like caesar and brutus ’cause n*ggas (tender hard ’bout b*tches)
leave with the quickness (n*gga, we ain’t fail no mission)
n*gga, we ain’t fail no mission (walk down, walk down, wock’ star)
walk down, walk down (wock’ star, wock’ star, slatt)
ayy (wock’ star, wock’ star, wock’ star)
ayy (walk down, b*tch, get no sleep)
that’s the word, walk ’em down on g6
g6, walk the world down on g6

- lil double 0 lyrics

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