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Anything
2,031
Hip-Hop/Rap
Anything was released on January 11, 2019 by Conn3ct3d / Alamo Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Conn3ct3d
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Release DateJanuary 11, 2019
LabelConn3ct3d / Alamo Records / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey pass me that um lil soda
You tryna go to the, you tryna go go the store
They accept Apple Pay there
Yeah for real we might have to go to the store
'Cause I need some more shit, need some water
Need some more though
Water, switch like OJ, Stella
I'm tryna take you on a date, you know what I'm sayin'
Candlelight drip like Andre 3K for real
Hey Chris we gon' roll up some weed
[Verse 2]
I began to call  go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick) is you diggin' me
Better stop playing wit' your nose, you steady fidgetin'
Then I ran off on the plug, he ain't gettin' me
[Verse 3]
I'ma ride a foreign down the interstate
Hear that demon roaring, rah, rah, I accelerate
Molly on your tongue, lick it off a dinner plate
Valet, rent-a-car, ate it hot like a dinner date
Suckin' that dick, you like it, yeah, you got that talent
Baby you can sit on my couch, I'ma put you in that casket
Two star pipe job bitch I'ma take your ass to that Valley (Sick, sick)
All our thoughts had tricks for the kid
Pull the nine **** where you gon' blast it
I'm your daddy bitch, I don't need you gettin' sassy
The Gucci made of snake, the FN made of plastic (Swear to God)
Lil' baby twenty eight, thirty six the baddest
I bought a BMW blue, I aim to crash it
[Verse 4]
Fuck your bitch 'cause she the baddest
Uh, new Tom Ford jacket
Uh, it my swag, yeah, they jackin'
Uh, I'm your dad, get a spankin', uh
[Verse 5]
I began to call (Okay, okay) go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick) is you diggin' me
Better stop playing wit' your nose, (Yeah), you steady fidgeting
Then I ran off on the plug, he ain't gettin' me
[Verse 6]
Pull up like we with all the smoke just like a cigarette
Lil bitty bitch give me dome, uh, uh, mouthpiece feeling it
Hold like nine shots to his head, three Glocks gettin' it
Yeah nine shots to his head, what, what, three Glocks gettin' it
Came through oppositions
21 bitches, wrap my dick just like it Christmas
Make it count, this shit drippin', bank account, yeah this shit drippin'
I just came up from the tomb, out her womb, I'm on shrooms
Checkin' these bitches like Nike, you know how I swoosh
And my mama ain't raise no bitch, lil' **** this Draco got a broom
I might sweep a **** right off his block, his body disappear by two
Ooh first .48, my rules, ooh
Ooh first .48 my rules, ooh
Thought that the gang gone cool, cool
Teardrop gang like boo, boo
[Verse 7]
Fuck your bitch 'cause she the baddest
Uh new Tom Ford jacket
Uh, it my swag yeah the jackin'
Uh, I'm your dad get a spankin', uh
[Verse 8]
I began to call (Okay, okay) go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick) is you diggin' me
Better stop playing wit' your nose, you steady fidgetin'
Then I ran off on the plug, he ain't gettin' me
[Verse 9]
He ain't gettin' me
Written by: Isaiah Rivera, Richard Burrell
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