Dumb Flows - Kkenyo：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Dumb Flows

397

Hip-Hop/Rap

Dumb Flowsは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2024年6月21日に4186600 Records DK2によりリリースされましたDumb Flows - Single

曲の詳細

アルバムDumb Flows - Single

リリース日2024年6月21日

レーベル4186600 Records DK2

言語English

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM76

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenson Travis Alfred

Kenson Travis Alfred

Songwriter

歌詞

Ayy man, you know what the fuck going on ****

Free the guys

Free my **** D9 free my **** Champ

Free my **** Taz, man

I only put trust in that chrome

I can't put trust in a heart

We up them blicks

They spin this block like acrobatics

Flip the car, no questions asked

We left a mark and sent that boy to the ER

We turned that boy into some gas

Cus he was thinking he a star

Oh you gone step, you gon' shoot at who

Loud with all them threats, if them boys slide,

Then I'm sliding to, I'm tryna hit your neck

Oh, you got fye? We got fye too

Ain't shit that you can press

These **** already out here flagging

Why the fuck we need a ref

Hop out the coupe, bitch I'm ready to take me a life

Catch him lacking, should of caught him a ride

He ain't built for the field, better keep him inside

Arm up, Man down, should of kept him alive

He ain't making a sound, see the fear in his eyes

Locked up in a cell, screaming free all the guys

Put my heart on a shelf, gotta think with my mind

Steady moving with stealth money stay on the line

Ain't spin or hit this curb

These **** mad, can't get they brother back

You say you **** slide, but got no fye

Still use your Brudda strap

Every day I walk, I risk my life

If twelve ask, I just rap

Laid back inside this car

Blunt in my hand, with her face in my lap

Don't try to run, this shit not track

We hawked him down, we on his ass

These bullets known to shoot through glass

Don't fuck with snakes, I'm not a rat

But I know snakes, That'll slime you out

I drop a bag, they sell you out

Ain't tryna hide, they'll seek you out

They'll dry you up, just like a drought

I just want my money, ****

I just want my cheddar

Yeah, your ex done got you wet

But baby, I can get you wetter

I be slidin' with this Glock

FNN leave you on a stretcher

I ain't tryna see that ****

Unless his name behind some feathers

I hope he don't, he drop that low

Then he die the same night

I hit my target every time

Ain't have to get my aim right

I keep that flame right by my side

Even at night, that shit light

Hop out, shoot, that's on sight

6 deep car, this shit tight

And that's on gang, ****

I ain't worried about no hoes

Stayin' around some B's

They A shooters like the honor roll

Pizza talk, I ain't tryna play

****, I just want my dough

Crackkas' Hop behind this car

I can't see or hear no more

Like why they envy me

My money used to be short

Now it's long like centipede

That bitch a vegetarian

She still gon' eat this meat

I don't give a fuck

Bout what you claim

Y'all **** not street

If they say that I ain't ever ran before

Then that shit not me

Catch that boy inside a Lyft

Even a taxi

You say that you wanna feature, ****

Bitch, I'm taxin

Remember that I said

That I was gon' make it

Y'all was laughin

Now a **** up still with the same ****

From back then

Thumbin' through these bands

Don't be hoppin' on no wagon

Drip up on my body

When I step, I get to splashin

Don't be flaggin

Bout your money, ****

You not havin

Bout me them boys don't play

They be quick to get to crashin

Bitch, okay, let's get it in

If I ain't double back about this bitch

It's cause I fucked her friend

Quick to block a hoe

I can't argue when I'm off the hen

These **** shootin' at the air

Just to say these **** spin

Don't be dissin' at the bros

They quick to wipe a ****, nose

No stripper club, we keep a pole

You better call Geronimo

If I want him to die, he die

She likes when I'm between her thighs

This Glock be on me keep a nine

It's night it's time to terrorize

And hop out the coupe

Bitch, I shoot at his legs

Bitch, I making these blues

But I'm seein' some red

Bitch, I'm teaching the class

I done filled him with lead

Even though that I'm walkin

I still want him dead

I'm runnin' him down

Put that bitch in a gar

I've done put it in neutral, I left him in park

I done came up from thuggin

And playin' my part

I don't see myself stoppin

Till I'm on the chart

****

Bitch

Written by: Kenson Travis Alfred

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