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Allegations
1,310
Hip-Hop/Rap
Allegations was released on May 20, 2022 by American Music Group as a part of the album Allegations - Single
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Release DateMay 20, 2022
LabelAmerican Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
90Rackss
90Rackss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
90Rackss
90Rackss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Deleg
James Deleg
Producer

Lyrics

I keep a stick like a ranger
He tried to move off a anger then he got hit
He know his life in danger
No we is not hittin strangers
**** at risk
You was my brudda
We came from the gudda
We slid for each other
But now we ain’t shit
**** ain’t stick to the code
You told that Shìt made me sick
How could u fold u that scared
I had to cut off a rat head
762 size of a flat head
popping **** like blackheads
Face shot yk that’s it’s ova
Take off all u hear is the motor
We send **** to hell then it’s ova
Bitch I Shoot like im dellavedova
My Stick hold 9 plus 7
Shit so long it look like railing
I gotta hammer and I’m tryna nail em
Ride 3 deep and 2 of us felons
We leave **** on concrete
I had to give em a 9 piece
I’m ina hood that’s where u could find me
252 **** we Grimey
Lil bro up the road call Yc it’s urgent
I need some wheels for certain
Get the drop go purging
I catch a opp wit my Glock after dark it’s curtains
On they side everyday we be lurking
Them **** tucked ik that for certain
Mask up ona drill like a surgeon
Walk up wit the steal tryn hurt em
I took 30 I’m activated
I’m tryn spin when I’m aggravated
We go to war like a gladiator
And my My Glock burn radiators
I saw the statements and you still saying they they allegations
You was sittin ina room prolly contemplating
I’m done talking
Tear up his back he done walking
Ain’t tryna chase em my gun hawk em
Wnd We spin they block like it’s so often
Put dirt on my name and diss ona gang I hope he know it’s gone mcost em
Can’t get away cuz bro hawked em
Jump on this shark lil bro lost em
I had to work on my jump shot
Now when I shoot i follow thru
Ar15 wit the bump stock let off a shot out this chop it’ll swallow you
When u jump ina cab ima follow you
The shit in my head diabolical
Got glocks like iraq that explode like balma fluid
We tryn lurk where the ops at
I’m tryn make me a opp pack
you Ina streets show me where u glock at
Allat cappin stop that
The ops be dissin on gang go put in some pain them **** ain’t still ain’t got back
I put right to his Frame he had a fro on his head we chop that
We Left him bald his top flat
Them **** weak they not that
Extend my xd compact
He got killed on combat
This shit kick like tekken
My Choppa spit ina second
Wessenons glocks and 357’s
You pick either hell or its heaven
Ina streets I could give you a lesson
Get a pack and a gun to invest in
We Leave the scene under discretion
under the ground that’s where u be resting
I use to trap ona block
Wit my gun on my waist they know I aint worried bout ops
I had to watch for the cops
They wanna see me lock
They tryna put me ina box
Big 90 they can’t stop him
She pullin da drawers tryna top him
Pray to the lord whenever I sin
16 in my Glock but I shot ten
They got the gang on lock
They stuck inat box free them real **** locked in
Spot him ina streets then he boxed in
Get active on feet then I hop in
Written by: 90Rackss
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