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Heart Attack
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
Heart Attack 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
BPM74

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

We give the opp a heart attack
Straight to his chest and head that's how we do it
He couldn't believe how I jumped out the wood
They gon' peep out the scene, we comin' when it's good
Yeah I like how the guns spark
Dirty thirties they gon' break down his whole car
Drillin' with my chains on I'm a shootin' star
Ain't no hiding we outside the sports bar
We finna kick the field goal to up the chart
Yeah them folks had booked me for a major charge
Get wack he better not get involved
He keep on flashin' he got his gang robbed
Yeah watch how we do him
They hit the lights we finna leave Cobb
We sendin' headshots from that red dot
Pop his ass make him diddy bop
Uh-oh you better look out
Stick pokin' yeah that bitch sendin' dirt shots
We snooze 'em send him to the nap house
Hunnid drums like the ears of Mickey Mouse
He pulled in that dead end no Google Maps, we made him reroute
Just like some trash we take him out of there
He playin, we high-rised 'em in the air
Yeah ghost gun and they big rare
We had to elevate without the stairs
Them spinners comin' we gon' fuck up the mood
It's on me regardless, my gun glued
Yeah get real bougie, I walk in the bank I told them folks blue
I got lost lookin' at my diamonds
On my momma these bitches do kung fu
Yeah they say I'm very rude
Yeah he too new to shoot
Sinn them **** don't fuck with you
Sinn them young **** hate your group
I keep on tellin' my young **** stay in school
Hard to kill I swear I'm like Deadpool
Late night trappin' tryna get off the residue
Watch I pop out with that Glock like peek-a-boo
He keep walkin' around with a .380
I'ma show him what these missiles do
Get his soul took for that sack
Yeah fuck **** was fed with a silver spoon
We havin' switches and fullys
Frr, watch how these bitches clear the room
For them guys, I'm ridin' with six clips
We finna ride they givin' out tips
You cannot ride with a gang of yeen blicked
You cannot dodge the Sinn hits
Them spinners comin' and they brain-pick
Three different opps yeah the weed mixed
I exercise the opps them boys fit
Yeah I know they gon' hate this
He died cause he wrote a statement
Them spinners ran out of patience ****
Written by: Teezy OnTheBoards, Yung Sinn
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