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Bail

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Bail wurde am 27. Februar 2026 von Great Day Records/Santa Anna als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtMcKenzie 2.0

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SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

FattMack

Rap

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Lyrics

Trevon Smith

Composer

Breland J Williams

Breland J Williams

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Trevor James at Studio House Recording (Mobile, AL)

Trevor James at Studio House Recording (Mobile, AL)

Mixing Engineer

Peter A Barker at Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, CA)

Peter A Barker at Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, CA)

Immersive Audio Engineer

Omttrevo

Producer

HunchoBre

Producer

Jessica Wong at Castle Hill Recording Studio (Atlanta, GA)

Jessica Wong at Castle Hill Recording Studio (Atlanta, GA)

Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]

(One more time)

Yeah

(Man, no matter what happen, boy)

(Keep that motherfucker rollin', boy, don't never turn it off)

No matter what happen, ****, no cap

You know what the fuck goin' on

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

Don't matter how much time I spend

Don't matter how many blocks we bended

Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end

I'ma hold on if you stay here with me

Yeah, I know I live a life of sin

Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision

I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney

The way I sip mud, I don't have no liver

You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call when you ain't with your man

Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan

Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am

Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (Yeah, yeah), I got money stacked up for the bail (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

I got a Rollie on me right now

Say that's your ho, she with me right now (Yeah)

When she be gone for a period of time, she mine

I give her back after some hours

Ran up my money, now I got power (Got power)

I was down and out for a while

I was broke and they treated me sour

Now it's diamonds all in my mouth

Know it's a couple of **** don't want me to win

Yeah, I'm on they TV, they hate for to see it (Yeah)

Fuck the police, I make bacon with pig (Yeah)

I'm in the game and you hatin' from the bench

I'd blow your mind if you knew all the shit we did

**** lie in they raps and it make me sick

You be mad all the time and I hate that shit

He a clown and he died when the Drac' had missed (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Don't matter how much time I spend

Don't matter how many blocks we bended

Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end

I'ma hold on if you stay here with me

Yeah, I know I live a life of sin

Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision

I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney

The way I sip mud, I don't have no liver

You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call when you ain't with your man (Your man)

Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan (No fan)

Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am (Who I am)

Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (My trail), I got money stacked up for the bail (The bail)

[Verse 2]

Why the hell you mad? You know I'm a player (Know I'm a player)

On the road, bitch, you know where I been (Know where I been)

And you really don't care, so why you even ask? (You even ask)

You say you in your feelings again (Feelings again)

But I really don't care 'cause you really ain't sad (Ain't said)

Yeah, I know you got some **** that hit you up

Don't even lie like you ain't text 'em back (Ain't text 'em back)

To be honest, I really don't give a fuck

If I spot me a opp, I'ma hit him up

I dump the whole mag, I'm tryna fill him up (Yeah)

Yeah, leave your house with no fire, you a fuckin' duck (Yeah)

Gotta know I got mine in my britches tucked (On God)

Yeah, it don't matter how much time I spend, you still make me feel I ain't did enough

And I personally hate all the fake shit (Yeah)

I hope you don't forget 'bout how real I was

[Chorus]

Don't matter how much time I spend

Don't matter how many blocks we bended

Yeah, this type of love ain't got no end

I'ma hold on if you stay here with me

Yeah, I know I live a life of sin

Mixin' these drugs was a bad decision

I rather'd have drugs, you can have my kidney

The way I sip mud, I don't have no liver

You block my phone all the time, but you only gon' call when you ain't with your man (Your man)

Yeah, she got a booty, but that lil' bitch, she a groupie, I can't fuck a fan (No fan)

Yeah, I tint out a whoopty and slide around in it all day, you won't know who I am (Who I am)

Yeah, the feds ever get on my trail (My trail), I got money stacked up for the bail

[Outro]

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Written by: Breland J Williams, Mckenzie Haynes, Trevon Smith

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