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Twentyball
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Twentyball was released on July 22, 2022 by Field Trip / Republic Records as a part of the album Genesis
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AlbumGenesis
Release DateJuly 22, 2022
LabelField Trip / Republic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slump6s
Slump6s
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Namil Bridges
Namil Bridges
Songwriter
James Addison
James Addison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
benjicold
benjicold
Producer
Namil Bridges
Namil Bridges
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Peralta
Brandon Peralta
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ew (Benjicold, why you icy?) (Hey, bitch, ayy)
Real deal money-maker, real deal money like- (gang, bitch, ayy)
1500 shit, these **** know how I'm rockin', bruh (gang, bitch)
Uh (yeah), uh (yeah)
Rrr
Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the **** that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them **** instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
**** tried to catch on, but that fuck **** late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face
When I'm talking that real shit, **** be speechless
Watch the **** around you, **** be leeches
I sеnd like ten goals, shit got some mеaning
And I scored like ten goals in soccer season
And they mad because I ain't never worked no job
They mad because I never had they problems
And they mad because I'm 17 livin' they dreams
While they stuck in the home, and they home online
Tell that lil' ****, "Touch some grass or somethin'"
Honestly, I really feel bad for him
Everything goin' real bad for him
Fucked up, now it's looking real sad for him
Can't do nothing else but laugh at him
**** my sons, like a dad to them
These **** talk down and I peep it
But they be envious for some reason
**** know I don't talk on the internet
But these **** love drama, they into that (Benjicold, why you icy?)
But they carry some weight like a grown man
Got them mad, I just watch how they finna act
17, ****, I'm still in high school
I could never grow up and be like you
****, my money up, Eiffel
We goin' up and it's stuck, unlike you
Money went up, had to put my dukes in a plane
See a whole bunch of **** try to slide on my name
I was hoopin' in school, now I'm really in the game
Havin' fun with this shit, **** goin' insane
**** try to lil' boy me 'cause of my age
Paying bills like a grown man, stuck in my ways
Can't fuck with these ****, man, these **** too fake
Can't look in the mirror, man, these **** two-faced
Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the **** that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them **** instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
**** tried to catch on, but that fuck **** late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face
Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the **** that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them **** instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
**** tried to catch on, but that fuck **** late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face
Written by: James Addison, Namil Bridges
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