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Going
904
Hip-Hop/Rap
Going è stato pubblicato il 31 ottobre 2025 da Santa Anna come parte dell'album Bloodbathh Vol. 2: Violate We Demonstrate
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Data di uscita31 ottobre 2025
EtichettaSanta Anna
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM155

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Eyo
David Eyo
Composer
David Meiners
David Meiners
Composer
Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
Composer
Adrian Garcia-Fraile Sancristobal
Adrian Garcia-Fraile Sancristobal
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Immersive Audio Engineer
Bugg
Bugg
Producer
Jayco
Jayco
Producer
Wardo
Wardo
Producer
Adro
Adro
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
(Yeah, ****, fuck is you talkin' 'bout, ****? You know who's on the beat)
(Wardo, what the hell goin'?) On the other side, you know what I'm sayin'?
All life been some shit
**** be jumpin' off the plane, no parachute
**** jump in the water, no life vest
You **** backwards
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Most of these **** get left on drills and you tryna tell me they kill for real? (Drills, drills)
And you know Chuckyy dog got the wheel, I dump him down, won't panic still
Glock 20 under my belt with a KRISS Vec', I wear twenty-eight, I gotta chill
These ****' life goin' down the hill, I was chasin' shit down, now rap my career (Yeah, yeah)
We move shit like BMF did, we get shit dropped all the way in Michigan (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck **** drop a lo', bet we push up, bronem spotted one, then we clip 'em (Then we clip 'em)
I don't even rock no more Amiri, they think I went devil, but really a Christian
Bitch tryna have my baby, you trippin', I'ma step on hoes, you can't even kick it (Step)
In the trenches, I'm still a regular ****, in the TSA, I be walkin' with a limp and shit
Bake a **** shit like a Pillsbury biscuit, "Why you do that?" 'Cause his shit got a ticket on it
These **** just be thinkin' I'm a rapper, I'm probably the **** that probably catch your homie (Rrr)
Step on a **** just like a zombie, switch got sick, that bitch threw up on him (Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
Workin' at Magic, I'll probably put a bone in her, for that shit, I need me a trophy (No cap)
Dunk on a fuck **** just like Rozan, how the fuck you mad 'cause I'm chosen? (No bap)
In a Lam' truck, I'm switchin' the lane up, tellin' Bugg's dumb ass, "Just scoot over" (No bap)
**** get splattered in the bin like coffee, I was boss and I fucked on a four piece
The way they post, you would think blogs know me, in the stu', she tryna fuck, she blowin' me
Everybody go in the crib in the mornin', Cadillac V truck, sound like we throwin' it (Hrr, hrr)
I just been sat back, plannin' my tour and shit, might jack 200K in the mornin' (Ching)
The way shit goin', when a **** get dropped, we gon' spin back and we gon' fuck up the funeral
[Outro]
Ain't no fuckin' rap bap
**** know how the fuck we comin', we ain't gotta broadcast none of this shit
We leave shit right there where the fuckin' trees grow, dumb-ass lil' boy
Written by: Adrian Garcia-Fraile Sancristobal, Charles Davis, David Eyo, David Meiners, Eduardo Enriquez Inocencio
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