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GRAPHICS!
18
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór GRAPHICS! został wydany 30 stycznia 2026 przez Artist Services jako część albumu CRASHDUMMIEZ!
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Data wydania30 stycznia 2026
WytwórniaArtist Services
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM69

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLCKK
BLCKK
Vocals
ISSBROKIE
ISSBROKIE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
christian miner
christian miner
Composer
Stephanie Rezendes
Stephanie Rezendes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wonton
Wonton
Producer
Wendigo
Wendigo
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Yeah
I need percentage off all that rap shit
You gettin' bread off my name, need a rack, then
Me and my brothers stay constantly tapped in
Be where I be, you should stay with a strap, then
Nobody fuckin' with you, even back then
Two hunnid rounds out that motherfuckin' MAC-10
Move like the military, we got tactics
I know you, pussy, it's all in them graphics
Blood on my money, bitch
He gon' die like a motherfuckin' junkie, bitch
I don't play about nothin', I'm runnin' shit
Motherfucker, it is what it fuckin' is
People die every day, you just one of them
Everyday you don't kill me, I'm getting it
We gon' cut him right up out his fuckin' skin
I like guns, I don't care about no fuckin' gym
Couldn't pay me to patch it up
Tell that pussy to pack it up (Yeah)
He gon' die if he dap me up
Need a warhead, bitch, and a SWAT team with it, you think you gon' fuck me up (Yeah)
I've been bulletproof since I popped in it
Send a hunnid rounds if it's a cop in it
Keep a weapon on me, bitch, I shop with it
'Til that bitch dead, I'ma keep spinning
And I really never gave a fuck once
I like puttin' pressure on you dumb fucks
Y'all forgot who I am, I'm the fucking one
I keep punching it in 'til I get it done
I put coke in my body somebody dead
Dick hard 'bout a money spread
Yeah, bitch, fuck you, bap-bap-bap-bap-bap, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Won't say my name when he's speakin' about me
'Cause I got more lanes than a freeway in Cali
Preppy girl shit, but I ain't from the valley
Now I'm flippin' bricks in your city like alleys
Brodie be yappin' and runnin' his mouth
Turn a boy to a corpse, now he lookin' like [allie?]
Man, it's a sign to keep countin' the blues
Make a homie act fast with the cash like I'm Sally
Most of these rappers resist the beef
'Cause they get deep when I dish like Chicago pizza
Homies tryna ask me for the method, but they gotta start on they own
I can't bottle feed ya told 'em Brokie that bitch with the model features
Talkin' tough and you might get the MØB to meet you
I do his shit, Super Mario
I have the pipe and they yellin' out, "Mama mia"
Bitch boys hate that I'm winning, we in the studio grinnin'
I'm getting money and digits, but that is honeys and women
They mad I won't even hit it, I got a man and your baddie
I'll be alone with your feelings
Got me, I got me, a bitch you love, but I do what I did and it's got some money to blow
And I'm getting money, they know it, they mad as fuck when they know this
'Cause they don't got any motion, I get a beat, then I'm floatin'
These rappers cappin' and copin' while I be open about everything that I do
I'm getting guap gotta crew, they talkin' shit on the kid? It's rainin' bullets on you
Yeah, I keep a big stick and turn a fuck boy to soup
They take him out of his kicks, they take him out of his suit
When I pull up with the MØB, be the squad, we go pop, get him gone
If he talkin', I lock and I mute
Shout out BLCKK, that's my dog
We be hawkin' your thot, put a cock in her jaw, now she fuck with me too
Got a gat and my guap in my wallet, I don't got a op
And it's back up the crib, I don't lose
We got the beat, knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
The cops gettin' called on the crew, bitch
(ISSBROKIE)
Written by: Stephanie Rezendes, christian miner
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