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Had The Knowledge
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Rap
Had The Knowledge è stato pubblicato il 25 giugno 2025 da New 11 Records come parte dell'album #1 Trap Pick
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Data di uscita25 giugno 2025
EtichettaNew 11 Records
LinguaEnglish
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BPM72

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Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap (Zell put waves on the tracks)
Jugg music, ****
You ain't juggin', what you doin'?
Quarter to a hundred, ****, I ran it up takin' risks
Flew to Houston with that dog shit, I got this kit from Nick
Tahoe, keep on ridin' through, I ain't gon' lie, I'm paranoid
**** goin' out sad about a bitch, can't lie, ain't never goin' (Trap, it ain't a Hit, it ain't Hit House)
Took a trip, he ain't make it back (On God)
Filled the truck up nothin' but bag (It's filled with bags)
Flew to Chico, went and met the grower (Chico)
Ain't no way a **** goin' flat (Ain't no way I'm goin' flat)
These are Purple jeans, showed my ass
Bitch was ugly, but she nothin' but ass (On God)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (Pussy)
Said her baby daddy down bad (He down)
Camera's on when I'm at the spot (Yeah)
In the kitchen, it ain't nothin' but pots (Trap)
Filled the luggage up with nothin' but pounds
When I board the plane, took the pilot (On God)
Body filled up with OxyContins (Percs)
Bought the Rolls, ain't no sittin' beside me (Shh)
I done fucked up two hundred thousand
Really wish a **** had the knowledge
What you doin' if you fuck it up? What you doin' if I front a dub?
What you doin' if you send out everything, ****, and they don't never come? (What you doin'?)
Hundred dollars, zipped the whole pound (Yeah)
Went from sellin' hoes to breakin' down (On God)
Get 'em gone, bitch, I'm showin' off
Jugg mad they can't go without it (Jugg)
Took a trip, he ain't make it back (Yeah)
Filled the truck up nothin' but bag (It's filled with bags)
Flew to Chico, went and met the grower (Chic)
Ain't no way a **** goin' flat (Yeah)
These are Purple jeans, showed my ass
Bitch was ugly, but she nothin' but ass (On God)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (On God)
Said her baby daddy down bad (He down)
Bought a box, could've bought a Jag'
What you need? Everything candy
You don't need insurance on the boat (On God)
What you need? Everything landin' (It comin')
Trap shit, know I got a passion (Trap)
Bought a brick, it might come in handy (On God)
Trap here, juggin' nothin' but weed
Droppin' the number, still say I'm baby (On God)
"Why you always reppin' trap, Fatt?"
Streets said I brought the truck back (On God)
In and out the state every other day
Trap house full of hash bags (Pounds)
Pull up on me, you can get a pound (On God)
Pull up on me, spend a hundred thousand (Trap)
Pull up on me, you can buy a gram (Trap)
Dirty trap money, still countin' (Trap)
Took a trip, he ain't make it back (On God)
Filled the truck up nothin' but bag (It's filled with bags)
Flew to Chico, went and met the grower (On God)
Ain't no way a **** goin' flat (Ain't no way I'm goin' flat)
These are Purple jeans, showed my ass (Yeah)
Bitch was ugly, but she nothin' but ass (On God)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (On God)
Say her baby daddy down bad (He down)
Camera's on when I'm at the spot (Yeah)
In the kitchen, it ain't nothin' but pots (It ain't nothin' but pots)
Filled the luggage up with nothin' but pounds (On God)
When I board the plane, took the pilot (Yeah)
Body filled up with OxyContins
Bought the Rolls, ain't no sittin' beside me (Shit)
I done fucked up two hundred thousand
Really wish a **** had the knowledge
Bitch, really wish a **** told me, yeah
Pussy-ass **** tried to ho me, yeah
Hahaha, trap
Written by: Fatt Macc
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