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Understood
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Understood è stato pubblicato il 2 settembre 2026 da Parachute Worldwide come parte dell'album It’s Clutch
2 settembre 2026
EtichettaParachute Worldwide
LinguaEnglish
BPM120
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

[Intro]
Yup (Yeah, yeah)
Shoom, shoom (Oohwee)
It's Clutch
[Chorus]
**** up 4 in the morning, getting juggs
Still bustin' fours ways and deep in the hood (Shit)
I ain't tryna explain shit, ****, ain't no I in "team"
See, this loyalty shit understood (Understood)
PGA striking shit, no Tiger Woods (In a striker)
Still independent, this shit out the mud (Self-made)
Nah, I ain't never been an actor
Keep a two-piece on me, some fine shit, look like Meagan Good (Two ways)
Plug best friend, ****, we get 'em gone (Oohwee)
Come get you a turkey, they come by the load (Shit)
Said she love her a country-ass **** with a Kool-Aid smile, got him covered in gold
Trap on Kevin Gates, I'm juggin' two phones
Keep me a bad bitch just like Rubi Rose
Boy steady pillow talkin' to my side ho (Oohwee, oohwee)
Still gon' suck me right off of the bone (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got three girlfriends, just hit a triple-double
Know I'm with the shits, we can be a lil' couple
Weak-ass rappers ain't post me on they page
Now they bustin' U-ies 'cause a young **** buzzin' (Skrrt)
Long live Scooter, every day, a **** juggin' (Street)
Feelin' like Jeezy, man, I used to have nothin'
Went platinum in the streets, fell back, switched the flow
Need ten for a show, rap hustlin' (On Lord)
Carolina don, I ain't stutter (I ain't stutter)
Got thirty-two flavors, what's your order? (Flavors)
Number so low, homie thought I was gon' rob him
He still can't believe it like the butter
Just spent a dub on Rodeo like it's nothin'
You know I got the Glock tucked 'cause I need to flush 'em (Fah)
Spent a quarter with my jeweler, two-tone AP
Twenty pointers hittin' like Sammy Sosa
[Chorus]
**** up 4 in the morning, getting juggs
Still bustin' fours ways and deep in the hood (Shit)
I ain't tryna explain shit, ****, ain't no I in "team"
See, this loyalty shit understood (Understood)
PGA striking shit, no Tiger Woods (In a striker)
Still independent, this shit out the mud (Self-made)
Nah, I ain't never been an actor
Keep a two-piece on me, some fine shit, look like Meagan Good (Two ways)
Plug best friend, ****, we get 'em gone (Oohwee)
Come get you a turkey, they come by the load (Shit)
Said she love her a country-ass **** with a Kool-Aid smile, got him covered in gold
Trap on Kevin Gates, I'm juggin' two phones
Keep me a bad bitch just like Rubi Rose
Boy steady pillow talkin' to my side ho (Oohwee, oohwee)
Still gon' suck me right off of the bone (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mhm, uh, uh, uh, yeah, all my women got backpacks (Yeah)
I ain't tryna say that she eat too much if I say baby girl got a big back (Uh, yeah)
Came up in the trap off a nick sack, then I started pimpin', said fuck where the bricks at (I did)
Three white girls in the Cadillac, sit back, I'll break a bitch just to kick back (To kick)
Huh, huh, yeah, uh, yeah, all city girls like country boys (Yeah)
So many horses in the new Cybertruck, **** had to go find a new saddle for it
Ho, I'm from Texas, we ain't sippin' no Don, we was throwin' up Act' on a hoverboard (Pimp)
Sorry, lil' mama, never goin' overseas with a player like me 'less you payin' for it
[Chorus]
**** up 4 in the morning, getting juggs (Oohwee)
Still bustin' fours ways and deep in the hood (Shit)
I ain't tryna explain shit, ****, ain't no I in "team"
See, this loyalty shit understood (Understood)
PGA striking shit, no Tiger Woods (In a striker)
Still independent, this shit out the mud (Self-made)
Nah, I ain't never been an actor
Keep a two-piece on me, some fine shit, look like Meagan Good (Two ways)
Plug best friend, ****, we get 'em gone
Come get you a turkey, they come by the load (Oohwee)
Said she love her a country-ass **** with a Kool-Aid smile, got him covered in gold (Oohwee)
Trap on Kevin Gates, I'm juggin' two phones
Keep me a bad bitch just like Rubi Rose
Boy steady pillow talkin' to my side ho
Still gon' suck me right off of the bone
Written by: Albert Mondane, Jasmine Evans
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