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Chronic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Chronic was released on March 11, 2022 by Oppstoppa as a part of the album Chronic - Single
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Release DateMarch 11, 2022
LabelOppstoppa
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gitwel
Gitwel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gitwel
Gitwel
Songwriter
Dillon Joseph Puckett
Dillon Joseph Puckett
Songwriter
Dimitris Tsiakoulias
Dimitris Tsiakoulias
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
One Dollar Beats
One Dollar Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch you know I'm on it
Bitch you know I smoke that chronic
Go fast like I'm sonic
Off that addy keep your promise
An If you can't keep no promise
Imma off you if this planet
When I fill my hand with Xanax
Pop them down they help my back pain
Twisted with the tea
I smack his ass It tear him up
If they talking cap I pull up choppa air it out
Blickey double D I put that bitch like all up in his mouth
No homo
Pulling on the trigger
9 mill down tearing the mouth
I'm am not an author
But I slaughtered your daughter
Show her all my bars now she thinks I'm hotter
No time for a bitch
Bout my money like mitch
And I'm not from the 6 but still snatching your shit
Heat on my hip
Heat like the sun
Don't run at me
Cause I shoot shit for fun
When I tote them glizzys
And I just tote on them macs
I send a soft shell to skull
Yeah I'm getting it cracked
Pop off hate me cause I'm up now
Do drugs play me cause I'm hot now
Talk act shady get you chopped down
Ball Tracy McGrady ain't no coming down
Now I fuck a model and I pop a bottle
Yeah I breaking her back bone
Yeah I got Cuban Tabacco
When I an Smoke gelato
Coughing I cannot go swallow
Leave you breathless you can't follow
Hang you up in the gallow
Bitch you know I'm on it
Bitch you know I smoke that chronic
Go fast like I'm sonic
Off the addy keep your promise
An If you can't keep no promise
Imma off you if this planet
When I fill my hand with Xanax
Pop them down they help my back pain
If you wanna run it bitch
Come over get your ones
I don't talk no shit on internet
It ain't no fun
Catch his ass in public
Got him bleeding out the mouth
Pro Bono
Menace to society
Ain't a minute with sobriety
I'm am not her father not Darth Vader notta bother
Take her to the stars and take an orbit right round Saturn
Dip down to the crib
Then I roll up smoke some spiff
Mendo breath yeah it hit
Coughing but I don't quit
Heat on my hip
Heat like the sun
Don't run at me
Cause shoot shit for fun
When I tote on them glizzys
And I just tote on them macs
I send a soft shell to skull
Yeah I'm getting it cracked
Pop off hate me cause I'm up now
Do drugs play me cause I'm hot now
Talk act shady get you chopped down
Ball Tracy McGrady ain't no coming down
Now I fuck a model and I pop a bottle
Yeah I breaking her back bone
Yeah I got Cuban Tabacco
When I go an smoke gelato
Coughing I cannot go swallow
Leave you breathless can't follow
Hang you up in the gallow
Written by: Dillon Joseph Puckett, Dimitris Tsiakoulias, Gitwel
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