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Dip Session
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dip Session wurde am 24. April 2025 von 2025 Slaughter Gang Entertainment & #TeezyOnTheBoards LLC als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtSlaughter Gang Sinn 2
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Veröffentlichungsdatum24. April 2025
Label2025 Slaughter Gang Entertainment & #TeezyOnTheBoards LLC
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM61

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Sinn
Yung Sinn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yung Sinn
Yung Sinn
Songwriter
Teezy OnTheBoards
Teezy OnTheBoards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TeezyOnTheBoards
TeezyOnTheBoards
Executive Producer

Songtexte

TeezyOnTheBoards
Sinn
Yeah, it ain't no trappin' free on that blizzy, now why would you move like that
Strip session, dip session, yeah, them **** gon' take a sack
.762 blitzin' shit, knock trees down like a lumberjack
The bag is sixteen-hundred, but for the opps, they gotta pay three flat
He put his finger in my face, this Glock made his fuckin' arm detach
Ooh, we found out where he stayed, my twin crazy, yeah, he gon' shoot the latch
Yeah, we walk around with these monkey nuts, his mama fucked and made a pussycat
Smokin' a Dutch, wearin' on some Von Dutch, lil' bruh shootin' shit like he shootin' crack
Yeah, beat a **** with my bare hands, yeah, Sinn barbarian
I can't beef with these pork ****, you would think I'm a vegetarian
I'm laughin' at him, on my mama, this is a legal gun that I'm carryin
Yeah, this rap shit I ended up marryin', I done made a way for my hood, Sinn Harriet
Rich ****, yeah, I'm talkin' to parrots
He gon' talk it in the wind, cause he know I'm gon' air it
Knock a silly bunny Glock got a carrot
He died, so why would I care
Yeah, Glock, knife in the chair
Real demon, I'ma do what you dare
Shoot out anywhere, I swear I ain't scared
We spendin' spots, you might die in your bed
A **** gon' die if one tear get shed
They brought Jamarcus, they done been bled
I'm goin' to Jimmy Carter with a loaded whopper, get a whole thing from Cortez
Yeah, we leavin' them folks on a high speed
He done know my brother's a kamikaze
Yeah, get geeked everybody paparazzi
Yeah, lil' 21 shoot, paparazzi
We havin' racks all inside the lobby
Yeah, I know they hate how I'm poppin
Loads in told my twin stop robbin'
Yeah, how you get shot by a body
Sellin' New York guns, he tellin' me copy
Just got the ice clean, this shit lookin' frosty
You can't slide, yeah, you gon' die for tryin' to ride the bump road
Yeah, I'm with my twin right in Tera Creek, he'll turn you to gumbo
I can fit a lot of opps in this wood, yeah, this a fronto
Yeah, he Spongebob, I swear I'm sendin' out big holes
Shots comin' out the T-top, yeah, and they this bitch sit low
Yeah, it ain't no trappin' free on that blizzy, now why would you move like that
Strip session, dip session, yeah, them **** gon' take a sack
.762 blitzin' shit, knock trees down like a lumberjack
The bag is sixteen-hundred, but for the opps, they gotta pay three flat
He put his finger in my face, this Glock made his fuckin' arm detach
Ooh, we found out where he stayed, my twin crazy, yeah, he gon' shoot the latch
Yeah, we walk around with these monkey nuts, his mama fucked and made a pussycat
Smokin' a Dutch, wearin' on some Von Dutch, lil' bruh shootin' shit like he shootin' crack
Written by: Teezy OnTheBoards, Yung Sinn
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