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456!
Hip-Hop/Rap
456! è stato pubblicato il 14 febbraio 2026 da 1700 come parte dell'album Love Me Love Me Not
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Data di uscita14 febbraio 2026
Etichetta1700
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM138

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CashwayBxndo
CashwayBxndo
Rap
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V2
V2
Producer

Testi

I ain't gon' lie, you're a poppin' perks
Don't tell my bitch I stopped
Shit
Fake lil' bitch, now they eat up the dick
I'm feelin' real lucky, ****, four-five-six
Talk down, niggly ass in the dick
My mouth on them purse, ****, makin' me a shit
I can't say it's lame, but he tappin' that switch
You can't say too much or you turn to a bitch
She fuckin' me over, you petty lil' bitch
I hit a JT, ****, need me a kit
I'm ready, you need, boy, I got me a Ziploc
Stop with that lighter, get caught in that pit
Stop hittin' with Drizzy, it's makin' him pop loc
I'm tryna fuckin' that bitch on a TikTok
She can't even climb, boy, it's too many levels
I just got a Drizzy, so don't give me a shot
Get hit with an amble, that's more than a pebble
Get that bitch from the best in my name, she federal
Yeah, give me the rock, then I'm dunkin' it in
That bitch wanna fuck, then I'm stuffin' it in
That 1719 fucks, and he sets for the win
Has a bitch in the car, then turns on me, limp
I just blaze me in black
That bitch wanna fuck, wanna go off the hat
She call me a mule, ate the dick like a snack
He fast as a bitch, should've put him in track
Should've put him in sports
But like whippin' that shit, yeah, he got it in sports
You walk over here, then your ass gettin' tore
I'm all in that box, gettin' bit like a chef
If I'm goin' right, then lil' Swea goin' left
Keep on talkin' my shit, then I'm losin' my breath
Get that bitch back, seen that ****, turn him to a hashtag
But that **** not tough, that's a class act
**** fast as a bitch, runnin' full flat
**** body, he touchin' my body
That bitch, he a fan, wanna fuck everybody
Can't come in the room, he get left in the lobby
Swear these ****, so broke, tell him to go find a hobby
He don't wanna beat you, that **** don't spot it
Smoke out the pack, ****, smell like I fought it
My lil' hoe, she made, she call me a Nazi
I don't like his music, man, turn off the audio
I don't like the bitch I drop, I'm hot
It's me and the squad, gettin' high at the park
Slide in that car, my body gon' pop
Don't be scared to cop, like I was on the market
I'm slippin' on green, ****, feel like Beast Boy
Fuckin' this bitch, yeah, I don't need no
Touchin' that gym fat, like a new toy
Fuckin' this old bitch, call me Lil' Boy
She wanna spend the night, I make her go
We stackin' them guns, we ain't fightin' no more
We laugh at that ****, that **** a joke
I take your ass down, what you got in your cooter
Nah, I ain't out with ****, it's a gooter
Hit him with a fuck, ****, make him go poof
****, that's not how the shooters on the rooter
At his fuckin' face, I ain't feel a tooth
****, I'm only 17, countin' goop
I was 16, countin' up the blue
They coppin' that Zaka, they likin' the smell
He duckin' his beef, this dog got no bail
****, lie to his face, really turnin' him pale
He caught in a bluff, ****, do it for real
I'm countin' them money, now I'm gettin' it
I'm a hazard, bitch, I don't know what to say
I done with that bitch, so I pass her the sweat
That boy better duck or get hit with a K
Written by: Aaron james Alston
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