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Get Dangerous
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Get Dangerous został wydany 23 września 2022 przez Quality Control Music (Caroline) jako część albumu New Money
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Data wydania23 września 2022
WytwórniaQuality Control Music (Caroline)
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM95

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1]
If it's beef, ****, shoot somethin'
Fresh out the crib, I feel like Baccarat and new hundreds
Brick in my hand, I think it's dumb I used to move onions
I stand on ten, but my young **** gon' shoot for me
That china white from overseas, I call that Soo-Yung
Break the Perky with my teeth, it got my tooth numb
We score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run
These **** hoes, they see an opp and they don't do nothin'
I fell in love with the streets, I can't move on, we go through hell first
If all the lights stop working, I bet my scale work
Before you make your first million, you gon' fail first
If you ain't tryna have no boss, ****, sell work
[Chorus]
Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these **** ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These **** lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money
[Verse 2]
Been through a lot, but they can't stop us
Our beef at the high point, so we Glocked up
The flow slimy, we can't let a **** mop us
We ain't even see this comin', it just popped up, yeah
I know some **** mad at me and I'm glad to see
I ball like an athlete, I be cashin' P's
My bitch chain a half a key, you can't laugh at me
Say fuck the OGs and bust down a masterpiece
A hundred 'bows of weed, I bet they don't last a week
A big load, boy, I bet you don't catch the fee
You say he fast, but I bet he ain't faster than these
All you can eat and you ain't even try to pass a piece, easy money
[Chorus]
Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these **** ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These **** lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Martin McCurtis
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