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Scale Broke
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Scale Broke è stato pubblicato il 25 aprile 2025 da MBC The label come parte dell'album Checkmate
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Data di uscita25 aprile 2025
EtichettaMBC The label
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM82

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chemepo
Chemepo
Producer

Testi

(Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Damn, King, how you do that?)
Ho don't think I weigh too much, we outta luck, my scale broke
I only got three of 'em left, give me a second, cell phone
You want it softer, I can have it harder than some shell toes
A hundred force, a boxing strip, my people in the jails know
Ho don't wait, that's too much weight, man, I think the scale broke
You still got the same time, what the fuck you tell for?
I ain't met too many **** in my life who sell more
Ho don't wait while I replace it, man, I think the scale broke
Ayy, ho don't wait while I replace it, think the scale might be off
The only way I fuck with ice is if they turn the gels off
It take too long, can't have you waiting, better call the cell off
I have it loud in here, it's Coachella, can't turn the smell off
I ain't in L.A. or Miami, but I've been rolling loud
I seen lil' bag be turned up to the max and I can't turn it down
It was white like Elon Musk, but look at how I turned it brown
If they give you more than two years, these bitches won't hold it down
They come in and then I whip 'em, I treat 'em just like a slave
We gon' treat 'em like a secret, we takin' 'em to the grave
If I give you something better, have my chips like Better Made
I think the scale is the best invention that was ever made
Ho don't think I weigh too much, we outta luck, my scale broke
I only got three of 'em left, give me a second, cell phone
You want it softer, I can have it harder than some shell toes
A hundred four, it's a boxing strip, my people in the jails know
Ho don't wait, that's too much weight, man, I think the scale broke
You still got the same time, what the fuck you tell for?
I ain't met too many **** in my life who sell more
Ho don't wait while I replace it, man, I think the scale broke
Ho-hold up, bro, I can't eyeball it, man, my vision ain't that good
I ain't goin' for no ho shit, I'm a villain in my hood (at all)
I just got some love from Unkin', just like Megan, that shit good (Megan good)
If you stay in Louisville, I made a killin' in your hood (for real)
A **** say he sendin' out, bro, let me shoot off some too (how much?)
You know if it ain't that strong, then I can't do my one-two (hey, do it)
Hey, fuck a counter, I'll count them strips until my thumbs blue (good, good)
My young **** just like Metro Boomin', they got drums too
I just fucked a bitch in Blockter, bro, the city boys up (we up)
I be droppin' off that food, I just give them boys lunch (uh-huh)
I'm only frontin' what you buyin', I can't give these boys much
If they get picked up when they leave me, I just pray them boys hush me
Ho don't think I weigh too much, we outta luck, my scale broke
I only got three of 'em left, give me a second, cell phone
You want it softer, I can have it harder than some shell toes
A hundred-four, it's a boxin' strip, my people in the jails know
Ho don't wait, that's too much weight, man, I think the scale broke
You still got the same time, what the fuck you tell for?
I ain't met too many **** in my life who sell more
Ho don't wait while I replace it, man, I think the scale broke
Ho don't wait while I replace it, man, I think the scale broke
Ho don't wait while I replace it, man, I think the scale broke
Written by: Derrick Rendles Jr
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