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Defense
1,841
Hip-Hop/Rap
Defense was released on August 4, 2021 by Stunna2Fly & EST Gee as a part of the album Defense - Single
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Release DateAugust 4, 2021
LabelStunna2Fly & EST Gee
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna2fly
Stunna2fly
Performer
EST Gee
EST Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincey Boyd
Quincey Boyd
Songwriter

Lyrics

Shootin' like it's offense but right now we be on defense
Police come around from all that shootin', we don't see shit
Free the hot body they got and you know the least shit
Boy just shut your mouth, you know it's war, why you keep bichin'?
Had beef with a couple real killers and I'm still here
Not a scratch, body still intact, don't need no wheelchair
Spin the Benz, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, they livin' real fast
Steppin' in your section, fifty shots gon' make that real clear
Strapped up like I got brackets, ****
That top kickin' like Jackie, ****
Ride up of 'em for a thousand bricks if I feel the **** try tax a ****
Turn up ****, fuck being humble
Big gun on me, why would I rumble?
I'm really losin' this feel but he fumble
This choppa to your chest and that shit make a tunnel
These **** they dislike females
Four pound makin' it spin like spinwheel
Shootin' on ****, I shoot 'em like easy
No, I don't know shit, I ain't givin' no detaill
In the trap shit, I'm ballin' like Will
Ain't surprised that **** got killed
Got guns in his place like he on that shit
God know that **** ain't built
God know that ****, new pack
Got high right now, who that?
Don't state your name, get toward that flame
That torch that get **** clapped
Told Bricks don't dead my phone
We outside when you **** at home
Those bitches on computers like we ain't no shooters
That **** got one to the dome
Shootin' like it's offense but right now we be on defense
Police come around from all that shootin', we don't see shit
Free the hot body they got and you know the least shit
Boy just shut your mouth, you know it's war, why you keep bichin'?
Had beef with a couple real killers and I'm still here
Not a scratch, body still intact, don't need no wheelchair
Spin the Benz, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, they livin' real fast
Steppin' in your section, fifty shots gon' make that real clear
I've been gettin' packs gone, I'm stuck in trap mode
I make thirty-six, boo twenty-seven, then get back ho
OJ got my black phone, that's my slap phone
Turn it back on
Turn up for Lil Quan, he cuttin' red
Spin again, spin again until we find somebody dead
Never loafin', never scared, I'm too real, they too phoney
You can't even try me, OT, brody know I got it on me
Real trust, fuckin' with clutch, I hate I let them junkies owe me
I was high, ridin' 'round in that yolie, me and my homie
With my Iggy, that's my heater, fry some shit up like baloney
I sold everything from Za and Lowe's to bricks and Tony
You got ho problems and live with your momma, **** you Jody
Shootin' like it's offense but right now we be on defense
Police come around from all that shootin', we don't see shit
Free the hot body they got and you know the least shit
Boy just shut your mouth, you know it's war, why you keep bichin'
Had beef with a couple real killers and I'm still here
Not a scratch, body still intact, don't need no wheelchair
Spin the Benz, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, they livin' real fast
Steppin' in your section, fifty shots gon' make that real clear
Written by: Quincey Boyd
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