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HELL NAW
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór HELL NAW został wydany 4 lipca 2025 przez Grad/EAE Records jako część albumu $uMMER BUN$
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Data wydania4 lipca 2025
WytwórniaGrad/EAE Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM93

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alexander Marcus Grad
Alexander Marcus Grad
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Marcus Grad
Alexander Marcus Grad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Marcus Grad
Alexander Marcus Grad
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Drop the FPS, the ping 400 make em lag out
Hit this hoe like Randy Orton, she ain't wanna tap out
Cameras in your shit, but you still living in a glass house
You make me wanna crash out, cause she fuckin' with Grad now
Leave em in the tub like Trinity, but ain't no bath salts
Put em' into imaging and preachin' what I stand for
Ain't a place I can't go, we rob you with no banknote
You chasin' all them bankrolls, we ain't been in the same boat
You in a life vessel, ain't nobody gon' save you when you jump in my schedule
You stayin' up for pussy, claimin' I like techno
Ain't sayin' I ain't did the same, I woke up drinkin' Pepto, and she been in my earlobes
Remember times when bro was only preachin' for the Air Force
Now he choosin' them Air Forces to wear when he go serve portions
We can come in and swerve Porsches, turn your bitch to a big orphan
Duh-duh-duh in your cavity till you be hearin' them distortions
Bitch, BBL imported, this CPL not ordinate
Me and gang on top of this shit like the Denver Nuggets
The underground keep callin' and this shit is by the dozen
And I had to change the subject cause they ain't honorin' nothin
Back to a reality check, get your chrome popped
Grab you by the neck and press your head up on the stove top
We do it at your own spot, forget about your bro's pop
I'm feelin' too explosive to feel it in my own vibe
Yeah, and the strap don't got a safety
You can film it all in HD
Yeah, you feelin' like a rival
Hide the slides up in the AC
Drop the FPS, the ping 400 make em lag out
Hit this hoe like Randy Orton, she ain't wanna tap out
Cameras in your shit, but you still living in a glass house
You make me wanna crash out, cause she fuckin' with Grad now
Leave em in the tub like Trinity, but ain't no bath salts
Put em' into imaging and preachin' what I stand for
Ain't a place I can't go, we rob you with no banknote
You chasin' all them bankrolls, we ain't been in the same boat
Written by: Alexander Marcus Grad
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