album cover
Get Dangerous
30,249
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Dangerous was released on September 23, 2022 by Quality Control Music (Caroline) as a part of the album New Money
album cover
Release DateSeptember 23, 2022
LabelQuality Control Music (Caroline)
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
Helluva
Helluva
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1]
If it's beef, ****, shoot somethin'
Fresh out the crib, I feel like Baccarat and new hundreds
Brick in my hand, I think it's dumb I used to move onions
I stand on ten, but my young **** gon' shoot for me
That china white from overseas, I call that Soo-Yung
Break the Perky with my teeth, it got my tooth numb
We score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run
These **** hoes, they see an opp and they don't do nothin'
I fell in love with the streets, I can't move on, we go through hell first
If all the lights stop working, I bet my scale work
Before you make your first million, you gon' fail first
If you ain't tryna have no boss, ****, sell work
[Chorus]
Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these **** ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These **** lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money
[Verse 2]
Been through a lot, but they can't stop us
Our beef at the high point, so we Glocked up
The flow slimy, we can't let a **** mop us
We ain't even see this comin', it just popped up, yeah
I know some **** mad at me and I'm glad to see
I ball like an athlete, I be cashin' P's
My bitch chain a half a key, you can't laugh at me
Say fuck the OGs and bust down a masterpiece
A hundred 'bows of weed, I bet they don't last a week
A big load, boy, I bet you don't catch the fee
You say he fast, but I bet he ain't faster than these
All you can eat and you ain't even try to pass a piece, easy money
[Chorus]
Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these **** ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These **** lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Martin McCurtis
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...