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thoughts 2 - lil double 0 lyrics

[intro]
(banga) walk like a—
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, you know the trap, uh
i’m walkin’ out the same way i came in
the back door
(we love you, perc) walk

[verse]
you ever been loyal to the wrong clique?
you ever been crossed on the wrong l!ck? (man)
everybody go through them games (uh*uh)
street code don’t make you the same (uh, uh*uh)
catch you a body, be walkin’ down gang (uh*uh, uh*uh)
got real blood diamonds, that’s a walk down chain (let’s go)
i’m too deep in these streets just to jump in the industry (yeah, no rap, no rap)
double 0’ll never jump for the fame (‘bows, uh)
we been gettin’ them loads in, flippin’ the ‘bows in (walk)
he don’t know ’bout the switch, he a b*tch, don’t touch him
free cthirty, my twin on max
he got shiesty and shank ’cause my n*gga ain’t goin’ for nothin’
pull up in a beef, but i still got this uzi
send me this drac’, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout music, ho (walk, walk)
everywhere my stick gon’ poke (go, walk, walk)
everywhere i go, i got pills and drank, that’s for sure
uh, like i’m f*ckin’ a nurse or the clerk (like i’m f*ckin’ her, uh)
different stripe, get the pills and the percs
how the f*ck i ain’t no write no verse or did no chorus? (uh, walk it, uh)
i just walk and tell my story
i can’t cap ’cause n*ggas, they borin’
these n*ggas lame as h*ll
he ain’t never sold cocaine, went to jail
he ain’t never make no bail or bond
he ain’t never make no n*gga run
hoppin’ out walkin’ down, chalkin’ for fun (hoppin’ out walkin’ down, hoppin’ out, uh)
shoot bullets, fin’ walk down [the elephant run?] (uh, uh, walk down, uh)
young n*gga scream, “f*ck the world, let ’em die” (no rap, no rap)
i really thought i’d die up on the run
[?] my sister in the eye
double walk the whole world down before i go home, ain’t dyin’ alone (b*tches gon’ cry, uh, uh)
’cause these n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me or my gang (uh, uh) ’cause we slidin’ with too many chromes (walk down, walk down, uh)
rockin’ chrome hearts fresh on a b*tch, f*cked a couple of racks (uh), b*tch
take it on, take it off (double 0), and we live like a boss, give a f*ck what it cost, spend the racks on this sh*t (uh, go crazy)
i wish granny could see me ‘fore a n*gga made it (uh, big crazy), i was out robbin’, broke than a b*tch (uh, robbin’ these purses, don’t panic)
uh, we went through the grimiest times (okay, uh), but i came out so fine and slime (walk, walk down, uh)
my babies with me fine (okay, uh), i’m f*ckin’ from time out to time (i’m hittin’ that from behind)
pull up in a sv flyin’, the perc’ give a [?] (ayy, ayy, ayy) out of time (walk, walk, walk, walk)
i was the n*gga walkin’ with the slimes
double walkin’ on a beat at all times
get on this beat, slow it up, get to slidin’
goin’ fast on this b*tch, i could do whatever
ho can’t drive no car, but goin’ to tesla
i’m finna f*ck with her friend together
ayy, ayy, i’m finna f*ck her with the friend together
you rockin’ celine, but i’m rockin’ celine, n*gga, i put this sh*t on way better
trap house got room, me and ‘ooter gettin’ cheddar
booted up servin’ this b*tch, it’s whatever
what you know ’bout that 24/7 hours? (uh, uh, uh, uh) can’t get sleep ’cause the trap house money way better (uh, make money)
uh, countin’ up racks in the back of the foreign (double 0, uh, uh)
we gettin’ money while these n*ggas snortin’ (double 0, uh, uh)
ain’t no [?] we trappin’ out mornin’ (double 0)
not servin’ hits (ayy), i’m servin’ js all mornin’ (none of that rap cap, b*tch)
no sleep in the real trap, n*gga, come get you some ‘bows or some money
i grew up in the trap house, live what i rap ’bout, watched my grandma ‘nem get money, n*gga
i watched my unc’ trell count up ’bout five hundred cash, all hundreds, n*gga
all trap money, trap house, dirty bags, dirty money

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