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Wrong Turn
153
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrong Turn foi lançado em 27 de fevereiro de 2026 por Thrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE como parte do álbum L.I.E ( Loyalty Is Everything )
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Data de lançamento27 de fevereiro de 2026
SeloThrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM84

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Steery Beats
Steery Beats
Produção
1800it
1800it
Engenharia (mixagem)
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

[Verse 1]
They tryna beat us to the whip
Tryna beat us to the stick, but you see us, we never slip, and, uh
Hop in three trucks and we dip
Made three turns, I'm like, "Shit," it's shots beatin' up the whip
I know the fuck they ain't
Thinkin' 'bout fuckin' with Los, I know the fuck they can't
Ain't no car just get that close and we ain't touch they paint
Knowin' I'm gon' do the most, these **** test they fate
Guess they feel like they was scorin'
Don't forget it's consequences to the shit that you be doin'
'Specially when you playin' with me, knowin' I'ma play for keeps
Knowin' that this water deep, you still jumped in with your feet, ****
So you know the shit gon' hurt
I'm a genius when I'm thinkin', boy, you know this shit gon' work
Thought them **** hit me up, but I had fragments in my shirt, **** (Ayo, Steery, cut up)
You could tell me what's the worth, ****
My young dog
He'd kill you for a verse, ****
I shouldn't have said that last part
Fuck a 392, we only slide in fast cars
Got a striker like a NASCAR
It's in my backyard, don't make me use it
I got seventeen for seventeen, somebody help me move 'em
He got seven jeans for seventeen, somebody take me to him
I was takin' trips, makin' nothin', basically, I was losin'
'Til I got my feet grounded in the state, now we groovin', I'm gone
Fine estate, sit down and serve blueys
Different-color bankroll, boy, my stash look like Coogi
I smoke 'za and sip fluid, break down and slip through it
Hustlin' got my wrist stupid, you can't stop a big movement, ****
And who gon' help me when I can't?
Or whoop me when I ain't? Let's take a pistol in the bank
Is you with me or you sayin' that because I got some drank?
This real shit, where my mans at? Because I gotta say, you know?
[Outro]
And I stand on it
Fucked up, I found a new lick and put my mans on it
Dropped a pin, this the plug, he 'bout to land on it
Tell 'em **** can't a 'bow move until my hands on it
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer
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