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0-0
Hip-Hop/Rap
0-0 was released on August 27, 2024 by R.A.P. Records / Exterminate Media as a part of the album Chrysalis
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Release DateAugust 27, 2024
LabelR.A.P. Records / Exterminate Media
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keonte Hodge
Keonte Hodge
Songwriter
Anyah Lynnell
Anyah Lynnell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Syvl
Syvl
Producer

Lyrics

Hope it ain't no problem
Uh-huh, ooh
Hope it ain't no problem
Uh-huh, ooh
This that Double O
Grab that stainless steel then reel it 'fore I duck and blow
Just give me a reason it's concealed but I'll up the smoke
Turn a block boy to Shakira, 'fore I run or choke (Ooh)
Yeah, this that Double O
Grab that stainless steel then reel it 'fore I duck and blow
Just give me a reason it's concealed but I'll up the smoke
Turn a block boy to Shakira, 'fore I run or choke (Ooh)
Vintage Porsche on 22s, same color as my briefcase
Once I spot my bounty, I'm gone treat him like a sweepstakes
Pass my dog the stick, he mobbing too we bout to relay
We circle 'round then crossed 'em out like shoes we want on East Bay
This ain't no persona, Roger that, I'm on my Stan Smith
Magnifier on my strap, my optic got a grand width
Drum line in the hood you rep like high school with this band clip
Draw the tool, I Dr. Seuss the Glock it Jackie Chan kick
Hope it ain't no problem
Me and Slash gone bend the blade then cut you up in that Tahoe
We don't care about no ricochet if we heat-seeking you followed
Five stars, I'm on the roof while spraying off these hollows
Pushing heat through the nozzle (Ooh)
This that Double O
Grab that stainless steel then reel it 'fore I duck and blow
Just give me a reason it's concealed but I'll up the smoke
Turn a block boy to Shakira, 'fore I run or choke (Ooh)
Yeah, this that Double O
Grab that stainless steel then reel it 'fore I duck and blow
Just give me a reason it's concealed but I'll up the smoke
Turn a block boy to Shakira, 'fore I run or choke
Hope it ain't no problem
Uh-huh, ooh
Hope it ain't no problem, uh-huh
Huh, tailored three-piece suit but I'm not working for the feds
Ain't no agents in my group cause if you caught then you'll be dead, huh
Catch him on his route and put the target on his head
Let it sing like Charlie Puth, extendo long just like Zendaya
I'm so dangerous (uh-huh), run in the house if I'm outside
Don't even question me or I'll bring extra fleet to where you reside
Oh, you famous now (uh-huh), stupid boy now you easy to find
Where your protection at and bulletproof vest to keep away all of this fye, yeah
Jump out the whip, it's a storm, raining lethal (Yeah, yeah)
Crack out the grip, load it up, C.O.D. streak
Walk inside the court, with support from my reapers (Yeah, yeah)
Elevate your force field before I start unleashing
I'm killing the messenger, I'm not in the space for any bad news (Nah)
Drill with the metal like Frederator, go back to the crib and turn on the toons
You feeling the pressure, huh, enough of the talking, anaa mawjood
Keep a Santana beside on my waist and she let it spray by spreading the fumes, yeah
Easy, that lead gone breeze you like it's Cover Girl
Magazines getting emptied pleasingly that make you twirl, huh
Seizing, the life of mediocrities in plurals
Got 'em wheezing, don't try to plead
I'm pulling up straight to the light
Fully protected by angels and weapons, but don't get me wrong I still can fight
First imma uppercut, then it's another one, followed by jabbing and throwing a right
Calling me crazy would definitely make me wanna disappear you directly on sight
Can't let 'em catch me, I'm way too fully invested just to give up on my life
But if, huh, the plot get thicker
Gotta make sure it ain't no witness, if you
See us tripping, look away and mind yo' business, we been
Moving stricter, ain't afraid of any tension, I'm gone
Put my fist up, then point like a number two pencil
Shoutout to gang they carry the, uh, now you a dead man laid on the pavement
Seeing the stars, severely appalled oh Lord, now he looking like gradient
Look at the fade in him
You'll never notice until you provoke me
I'm not the one to try to confront or test unless you wanna feel pain in here
Written by: Anyah Lynnell, Keonte Hodge
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