Jazz
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Jazz was released on November 4, 2022 by Freebandz Ent. / Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album Walk Down World
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Double 0
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyreke Rogers
Songwriter
Lyrics
Smooth criminal just like Michael (Big Walk Down)
We gon' pull up and then go to slidin'
Drum thing isn't idle
Keep two hot guns, fuck a gun license, **** (Slatt, slatt, ho, Big Walk Down)
Smooth criminal just like Michael (Uh, ayy)
We gon' pull up and then go to slidin'
Drum thing isn't idle
Keep two hot guns, fuck a gun license
Slatt, slatt, ho
Slatt, slatt, ho (Ayy)
Go walk somethin' down 'til you can't no more
Lil' bro hop out with the flame, gon' blow
He ain't havin' motion, he cappin'
We the type **** to catch a ****, hit his ass with the switches, now he in a casket
Smoke a **** like ashes
Blow the chopper like a saxophone, go crazy
Blow the chopper like a saxophone when we get him gone
Bet a lil' fuck **** hear it (No bap)
Spendin' them racks and I put this shit on
Rockin' this Chrome Heart, can't get near me
Spendin' my money on switches and Glocks
I'm a gangster, the fuck I need with some security? (Ayy, no bap)
**** can't duck these switches, ayy
Nothin' but real-deal slimes on this mission, ayy
Know G Slime forever my people
Forever V Ron, forever gon' creep 'em (Ayy)
No G5, but I'm G6-in'
Lil pink pill got a **** twitchin' (Uh)
But I'm never slippin'
I'm ridin' 'round with a blicky
We'll spin a **** block so much, we dizzy (Slatt, slatt)
Back to back, back to back just like a Frisbee
Young **** run up them racks 'til you ain't even beefin' no more (Walk him down, walk him down)
Trap so hard that he ain't even sleepin' (Uh, so hard)
Real-deal slime, you can go ask Nechie
My wrist is a freezer, on my hip, it's a heater
Makin' disses for the 'net, can't wait to delete him
Chopper bullet hit him in the neck, make a **** wreck
Walk down on the car, get even
Opp got popped, but he still breathin'
Uh, the score never even, they know that we up (No bap, ****)
Keep your head on, told me keep my head strong
Murder what she wrote, switches what we totin'
I high speed all my chases, he can't scream he 4K
Big chop got a beam, eat a **** face
You ain't never seen the shit I say, slatt
Blow the chopper like a saxophone when we get him gone
Bet a lil' fuck **** hear it (No bap)
Spendin' them racks and I put this shit on
Rockin' this Chrome Heart, can't get near me
Spendin' my money on switches and Glocks
I'm a gangster, the fuck I need with some security?
**** can't duck these switches, ayy
When we slide, we leave no witness, spray
Since he wanna fight like a boxer, hit him with the chopper
Young **** straight, don't cuddle
Baby got mop, she suck me up under
Just burnin' her top, I can't even think when I fucked her, uh
Baby got back
She say she slime, but she ain't no slatt
The bitch ain't mine if she ain't bad (Uh, uh)
All my hoes get cash
Run it up, did this shit fast
Big chop in a Goyard bag (Ayy)
No bap, too high, I damn near crashed
I get too fly, know my opps mad they broke
Me and gang like a jazz band on the road
We all got an instrument, ready to blow
In the jungle like Pakistan, tryna whack a man
With my nick' and I'm ready to blow it
I'm ready to blow it
You want your life, lil' bruh, enjoy it (Huh, huh, slatt, slatt)
Hit the block and we score, uh (Huh, huh)
Walk a **** down in some new Diors (Walk a **** down in some new Diors)
**** ain't slidin', they really lil' boys (Lil' ho, slatt, slatt)
**** lost his life for some clout, he bored
But fuck it, I'm ridin' 'round with these switches in public (Ayy, uh)
We see an opp, then we hit up, it's nothin', ****
No bap, no bap, ****, fuck the opps, we the opps, ****
We the ones really spinnin' blocks, ****, no bap
Like these **** just make diss songs 'til they ass get gone, know what I'm sayin'?
Free the gang, we the gang
Smokin' dead opps 'til my fuckin' head pop (Slatt, slatt, slatt, let's go)
Big Walk Down
Written by: Tyreke Rogers
