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Shawtty Lo
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Shawtty Lo was released on April 9, 2022 by 3835160 Records DK as a part of the album Almighty 5
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Release DateApril 9, 2022
Label3835160 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DaRell Antwain Adams
DaRell Antwain Adams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Posing with the gang with that look in the watch
Two bands for the pants, ball manes, and the glocks
Blow his ass like a fan if he thinking that he hot
I'm straight from the block like government chief
And this fuck off my ass give me OPP
Naughty by nature with a hundred round laser
Ain't got to bring the gang, I'ma go crazy
Big cookie blunts know that I'm blazing
You ain't got five on it, I'm facing
Yeah done done it all, gonna do it again
You ain't gang gang, **** don't pretend
Boy say step and I ignore it
Pretend he ain't stepping, killing shit, but don't end
Yeah done done it all, gonna do it again
You ain't gang gang, **** fuck you saying
Yeah ****, what the fuck you saying
It's five
I've been hot, touch the five and **** get burnt
Fire and put em in a urn
Police dressing me in urn
I can't be stopped, I thought you pussy **** finally learned
Them tables finally upped and turned
Take five and let them bridges burn
Certified stuff, do a dance with the dough
I'm smoking on my legs, you know how it go
Real money, fatty, yeah I'm all about my fatty
Better play with your phone before you play with my dough
I don't do yellow, stop, I'm on gold
What up the spot with the mopping glow
Flappy low so, grab it oh so
Pushing it like Muhammad with the rubber dope
Yeah bitch, let me talk my shit, let me pop my shit
Let me pop my shit
Let me pop my shit
Big five
All night
Yeah
Somebody point me to the money
I'm talking to rubber band hunnids
I blow the money really fast
Ten thousand ain't nothing
Big fetish for the cash
That bad, wake up and get to the money
He broken, looking mad, so sad
The little **** can't hustle
Smoke all the dope, **** you a customer
Get me out in the soup, pummel him
I make this rap shit look easy
I fucked your hoe, it was too easy
This thirties, they poking eyes, do you freeze
White boy knows, he ain't even sneeze
Gang, gang, gang
Aye, this is why they call me the motherfucking punchline king
I brought my youngins running fire, you can call a cabbie
He lost all that bass in his voice
Soon as the game, blown his air fast
We shot him in a venom, he came back a phantom
Lit his face up in a Night Jack Atlanta
I put this hammer like Thor
I'm serving more cookies than Lil' David's Thor
I control the shot clock, I up the score
Eat em up, we'll just stick and fire
Give me my halo, that boy
Written by: DaRell Antwain Adams
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