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FDM
32
Hip-Hop
FDM è stato pubblicato il 31 luglio 2026 da Santa Anna come parte dell'album FDM - Single
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Data di uscita31 luglio 2026
EtichettaSanta Anna
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Jamo
Baby Jamo
Performer
Ricardo Glass
Ricardo Glass
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Glass
Ricardo Glass
Songwriter
Asad Youssoupha Nuraldin Ndiaye
Asad Youssoupha Nuraldin Ndiaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antisocial Beats
Antisocial Beats
Producer

Testi

Frontline pressure, man, this shit be every day
If you know you ain't on shit, ****, stay up out my way
I be spinnin' out them Honda sports, **** with that Drac'
You better tell all them bitches after dark that shit ain't safe
I move calm, but my pressures loud, like you playin' the drums
I don't drag a lil' too much, but the opps run, they don't walk
I don't really see the opps and when I do, bitch, I bang
When I go up on the opps, we screamin' "Free my **** Kane," go
Aventador, Lamborghini, bitch we comin' trim
New McLaren 720, and she say l ain't one of them
And I kicked her to the curb, 'cause that bitch she ain't my league
Yeah, I paid for her feet, her nails, then blocked her, kept it P
**** stay hiding out, man I know that drop
Man we in that car, with them heads, sticks, and chops
Man, they all in them buildings, when we ridin' down the Farms
Tell my driver go up The Nut this Drac' go off, it set off car alarms
37th raised me, old head told me not to flex
Yeah, my eyes on alert, I could read a **** steps
Man, the last **** ain't make it, went to surgery and he checked
We ain't worried about no ****, know we leavin' shit stretched, go
One thing about this war, man this shit just real got tension
They, ah, tell you I'm real winning, they, ah, tell you Tall be bending
Yeah, I got my monkey suit, man, I'm tryna go for a killing
G30S, with that button, man, I'm tryna go kill a victim
Opps so loud, but that noise, man, that shit'll never last
Man that shit on Sneaky Bandz wrist, that shit like plexiglass
So many **** out here with this shit, and ****'s that you could take
Man, I rather wear a G-Shock, man, you grab some shit that's fake
30S dressed with that button, man, you know what's on my waist
Getting money, showing love, whole city know my name
If I walk in the room with opps, bet they energy gon' change
Man we got that drop, there's paper on us, ain't leavin' no change
Frontline pressure, man, this shit be every day
If you know you ain't on shit, ****, stay up out my way
I be spinnin' out them Honda sports, **** with that Drac'
You better tell all them bitches after dark that shit ain't safe
I move calm, but my pressures loud, like you playin' the drums
I don't drag a lil' too much, but the opps run, they don't walk
I don't really see the opps and when I do, bitch, I bang
When I go up on the opps, we screamin' "Free my **** Kane," go
Written by: Asad Youssoupha Nuraldin Ndiaye, Ricardo Glass
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