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Q2H
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Q2H wurde am 12. Juli 2026 von Upper Echelon als Teil des Albums THE TRUTH veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum12. Juli 2026
LabelUpper Echelon
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM136

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nosaint
Nosaint
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nosaint
Nosaint
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nosaint
Nosaint
Producer
Zodiac
Zodiac
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole (Whole)
I was just trappin' late night with my brother and we had to sneak out the store (Sneak out the store)
**** wan' talk, crazy, I don't give a fuck, bitch, you right out the door (Door)
I was just fuckin' this bitch, she suckin' my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talkin' big (Talkin' big)
You **** been goin' out sad (Goin' out sad)
You **** ain't makin' no racks (Racks)
If a **** want that, we gon' tax (Tax)
Thirty five hundred for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brother, he good in the kitchen
He scrubbin' them pots and pans, scratch (Scratch)
And my **** be cookin' good batch (Good batch)
You **** had y'all chance (Oh yeah)
You **** had y'all chance, now I'm goin' ahead (Now I'm goin ahead)
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine (Need medicine)
I'm Christian to you, for all my hoes, they so Heaven-sent (Heaven, yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence (No evidence)
Don't leave no one, deceive her
She said I couldn't fuck so I turned that bitch to a believer (Oh yeah)
I done ran out of love for a slut, I couldn't even keep her (Love, couldn't even keep her)
I try to roll up like half of that ounce, I couldn't chief up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why the fuck you try to hang with me, you think you gang? (Hang)
Why the fuck I boss this bitch up? She was fuckin' lame
Told my brother (Ha), "Get your shit together, this is not a game" (Not a game)
Get to run up all this fuckin' money, bitch, I'm [sick, Cobain?] (What? [Cobain?] What?)
Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole (Whole)
I was just trappin' late night with my brother and we had to sneak out the store (Sneak out the store)
**** wan' talk, crazy, I don't give a fuck, bitch, you right out the door (Door)
I was just fuckin' this bitch, she suckin' my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talkin' big (Talkin' big)
You **** been goin' out sad (Goin' out sad)
You **** ain't makin' no racks (Racks)
If a **** want that, we gon' tax (Tax)
Thirty five hundred for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brother, he good in the kitchen
He scrubbin' them pots and pans, scratch (Scratch)
And my **** be cookin' good batch (Good batch)
You **** had y'all chance (Oh yeah)
You **** had y'all chance, now I'm goin' ahead (Now I'm goin ahead)
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine (Need medicine)
I'm Christian to you, for all my hoes, they so Heaven-sent (Heaven, yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence (No evidence)
Don't leave no one, deceive her
She said I couldn't fuck so I turned that bitch to a believer (Oh yeah)
I done ran out of love for a slut, I couldn't even keep her (Love)
I try to roll up like half of that ounce, I couldn't chief up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: NOSAINT NOSAINT
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