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Day Shift
9.219
Hip-Hop/Rap
Day Shift wurde am 8. Mai 2026 von Trap Dickey als Teil des Albums The Ville veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum8. Mai 2026
LabelTrap Dickey
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trap Dickey
Trap Dickey
Performer
Wooshy
Wooshy
Programming
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Programming
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Songwriter
Clemens Wardin
Clemens Wardin
Songwriter
Maximilian Huschke
Maximilian Huschke
Songwriter
Umere Alford
Umere Alford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wooshy
Wooshy
Producer
Imixnation
Imixnation
Mixing Engineer
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Producer
Juan Razuri
Juan Razuri
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]
iMixNation for real
This a Mere Tape
[Chorus]
Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'
My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep
My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah
[Verse 1]
Came straight from prison, where **** knock out all your teeth, yeah
Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets, yeah
**** be dyin' 'bout anything but swear they wanna beef, yeah
This dirty chopper on me, it's gon' knock you off your feet, yeah
If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay
Used to be a hitta, now it's money on my head, okay
Them LA boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay
Before these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay
No Dirk Nowitzki, get to shootin' and watch him fade away
He want a 50 straight from Houston, that's a major play
How many times I gotta tell you **** I don't play, okay?
How many times I gotta show you **** I done paved the way?
[Chorus]
Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'
My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep
My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah
Written by: Clemens Wardin, Maximilian Huschke, Travis Dickey, Umere Alford
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