album cover
Front Row
90
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Front Row został wydany 20 marca 2025 przez P2025 jako część albumu Making Griffin Great Again
album cover
Data wydania20 marca 2025
WytwórniaP2025
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM103

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Toonk
Lil Toonk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Songwriter
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Songwriter
Tavorian Lindsey
Tavorian Lindsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
AJ Ruined My Record
AJ Ruined My Record
Mixing Engineer
Drvmlord
Drvmlord
Producer
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Producer

Tekst Utworu

(Drvmlord)
Lil' bro just died, turn him to a strand, on God, I'm finna promote him
I'm all in Chicago, spin out the black truck, hop out the black truck with folk 'nem
Nah, yeah, I mean fold them, why he dissin'? On God, I don't know him
Catch an opp at the concert, do him in, my bad, I had to front row him
This a three-round burst, go fully or semi, my switch might just have to blow him
Catch an opp, then eat y'all Taki's, I might run him down in my brand new Huaraches
**** died for fightin', I ain't with all that shit, ****'s ass got smacked for boxin'
I ain't fuckin' with ****, might slime him out, you know we ain't doin' no lockin'
Brand-new Glock, not a TEC, he tried to run and got hit in his neck
I want security to know they ain't feelin' the bully, shoot twice and it come out his vest
Aim when you shoot, keep on shootin' the ****, shoot twice, gotta make sure he checked
I don't even know if I wanna pop out with the ARP or the Glock, KRISS Vect'
It's a B&B, you gotta come in with the gun, told the bad bitch, "Let's have sex"
She keep on postin' the gang, we ain't fuckin' the ho and I'm thinkin' this ho obsessed
Brown eyes, the ho wanna fuck me too, they thinkin' Lil Toonk possessed
I'll take like three of these **** to Southview, ****, let Big 4 get the rest, gang
Lil' bro just died, turn him to a strand, on God, I'm finna promote him
I'm all in Chicago, spin out the black truck, hop out the black truck with folk 'nem
Nah, yeah, I mean fold them, why he dissin'? On God, I don't know him
Catch an opp at the concert, do him in, my bad, I had to front row him
This a three-round burst, go fully or semi, my switch might just have to blow him
Catch an opp, then eat y'all Taki's, I might run him down in my brand new Huaraches
**** died for fightin', I ain't with all that shit, ****'s ass got smacked for boxin'
I ain't fuckin' with ****, might slime him out, you know we ain't doin' no lockin'
We ain't doin' no lockin', it's fuck him
I'll send some shots, ****, gang gotta duck 'em
Lil' bro got hit with a 9, 10, and.45, I really don't know who tougher
He dropped that diss on IG, now he sad, his mom dukes gotta suffer
ARP inside the Bubba coat, pop out, my favorite puffer
Nineteen inch, pop out with mini micro, that's my favorite couple
Come in by yourself, don't bring a friend, yeah, I like when they double
Heavy weight, don't give a fuck, you with him, shoot right through his muscle
I got lean inside my kidneys, think I fell in love with sippin' bubbles
Lil' bro just died, turn him to a strand, on God, I'm finna promote him
I'm all in Chicago, spin out the black truck, hop out the black truck with folk 'nem
Nah, yeah, I mean fold them, why he dissin'? On God, I don't know him
Catch an opp at the concert, do him in, my bad, I had to front row him
This a three-round burst, go fully or semi, my switch might just have to blow him
Catch an opp, then eat y'all Taki's, I might run him down in my brand new Huaraches
**** died for fightin', I ain't with all that shit, ****'s ass got smacked for boxin'
I ain't fuckin' with ****, might slime him out, you know we ain't doin' no lockin'
Written by: Brian Jones, Chandler Tevas Ingram, Tavorian Lindsey
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