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GRAILED
62,086
Hip-Hop/Rap
GRAILED fue lanzado el 20 de febrero de 2026 por DA7 Records como parte del álbum ONLY IF I DIE, WOULD I NOT BE
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Fecha de lanzamiento20 de febrero de 2026
Sello discográficoDA7 Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM68

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Letra

(dwilly I'm scared)
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
Wish that you would try
W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wantin' that pic better stand in line
Double R phantom outside
Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me
I get it quickly we set in stone my family
Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
(dwilly I'm scared)
Written by: Caleb Thomas Wilson, David Bradley Wilson, Emanuel Filipe Silva De Oliveira, Nathan Fuller, Patrick Alexander Hall, Ryan Chassels
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