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Slumped Ova
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Slumped Ova wurde am 20. März 2026 von Blood Brothers Inc. als Teil des Albums Innocent veröffentlicht
20. März 2026
LabelBlood Brothers Inc.
SpracheEnglish
BPM77
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

**** don't burn
They just don't learn (Learn)
Have insurance (They don't burn)
Have insurance
Some **** just won't learn (Don't learn)
Some **** just don't burn (Mercy Beatz, ****, don't burn)
Load the chop, we hit your block, you better have insurance (Better choose now, pussy, have insurance)
Oh, I, I (I'm tryna find Rico)
(Who the fuck is Rico?)
Some **** just won't learn (Won't learn)
Some **** just don't burn (Don't burn)
We load the chop, we hit your block, you better have insurance (You better have insurance)
Flo'nem went Rondo on me (Nah)
And Curry on the same team
Bro bangin' that same sixty that he slung last way (Baow, baow)
You know we get up closer (Baow), walk down, now you fucked over
On my bro, I thought I told you
Big-ass Glock leave you slumped over (Slumped over)
Drills off the Motorola (Motorola)
Pills tucked him in a sofa (In a sofa)
Kills what we get for real (Yeah)
You'll be a hit for real (Boom, baow, baow)
I'm up, all night, I'm stalkin' (I'm stalkin')
You better not run, we hawkin' (We hawkin' your way)
Leave the cartel, park your car there, now your dumbass in a coffin
Fell in love with white chalkin' (Baow, baow), we get a thrill from that (Yeah)
They reppin' on my dogs, they gon' get killed for that (Yes, they gon' get killed for that, yeah)
We gon' make shit bow down (Yeah)
Let off that sixty, it won't be no fuckin', "Baow, baow" (Rrr)
They thought I died, well, bitch, I'm back, I'm gon' get all y'all (I'm gon' get all y'all)
Fucked up the scene and then we dipped
Shot it at my back, fucked up my shoulder (Ow), had me bangin' from the hip (Bah)
Hip, and I'm still in the field, uh, and ain't nothin' changin' (Nothin' changin')
Blow your motherfuckin' brains, ain't no rearrangin' (Blow your fuckin' brain)
In your motherfuckin' face (Face), 30, what I'm bangin' (Bangin')
Just like some ironed clothes, we leave shit hangin' (Hangin')
Some **** just won't learn
Some **** just don't burn (Don't burn)
We load the chop, we hit your block, you better have insurance (You better have insurance)
Flo'nem went Rondo on me (Nah)
And Curry on the same team (Bah)
Bro bangin' that same sixty that he slung last way (Boom, baow)
You know we get up closer (Yeah), walk down, now you fucked over (Baow, fucked over)
On my bro, I thought I told you (Thought I told ya)
Big-ass Glock leave you slumped over
Drills off the Motorola
Pills tucked him in a sofa (Now they on the couch)
Kills what we get for real (Yeah)
You'll be a hit for real (Yeah)
My dog, he know I need him (My dog)
We all be gattin' (Yeah)
Make us pull up with them heaters (The heat), and melt shit on the block (On the block)
Huh, them **** pussy and they know it
And we know it, too (We know it, too)
Fuck hesitatin', I ain't waitin', I go with my move (Come here)
Look, he killed your dog, I know what to do (Know what to do)
Go zip his clique and everybody else he fuckin' with (That he fuckin' with)
Don't fuck with them youngins 'cause them youngins on some other shit (They on some other shit)
Drop the window, bust your shit (Bah)
Now wipe your fuckin' nose
Some **** just won't learn
Some **** just don't burn (Some **** just don't burn)
We load the chop, we hit your block, you better have insurance
Flo'nem went Rondo on me (Nah)
And Curry on the same team
Bro bangin' that same sixty that he slung last way
You know we get up closer, walk down, now you fucked over (Mercy Beatz, ****)
On my bro, I thought I told you
Big-ass Glock leave you slumped over
Drills off the Motorola
Pills tucked him in a sofa (They in the couch)
Kills what we get for real
You'll be a hit for real (Hit for real)
Written by: David Catherine
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