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ItsGoingDown

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Hip-Hop/Rap

ItsGoingDown was released on October 21, 2022 by MoneyTeam as a part of the album Tales From the North - EP

Song Details

AlbumTales From the North - EP

Release DateOctober 21, 2022

LabelMoneyTeam

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

lou deezi

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Louis St mary

Songwriter

Lyrics

I'ma keep it raw, I'm off the indies now

And I just wanna talk

Baby, I'ma keep it that

Can't let no **** walk away or he gon' lose his mind

See, I just hit the plug

I need mud and a pack of plans

Oh shit, that **** showin' up

Damn near hit my dance

Days ago, I seen his party was in ****' plans

Even though they want me took

Live once, so I'm takin' a chance

Flyin' in vans, baby sneaks, put a brand on the pants

Cartier to Shag, white gull, just a glitz in my hand

Cause I'm prepared

I picked a pistol that fit in my pocket

Called it's a rocket

It take off every time that I pop it

Gotta acknowledge that this ****'s down on my head

And I can't end up dead

So I bring Yeeky and stay on ten

I'll bring my mans

But I ain't there if it ain't with the Klan

And D got bloody police

And Da Vinci where he hold the hand

Tay got shades, and Jelenae, first choice to smell

She gon' bring the baby Drake with the voice of hell

And Marbenji is steady, stayin' with Gucci

But tonight, he finna rock the Moncler

To tuck him naturally, ****

Well, we're all finna be up in there

Yeah, them **** ain't all that shit

But if I see him, I'll paint his wigs

You feel me, dog?

Look, I'ma keep it raw

I'm off the hand-easy now, and I just wanna talk

Baby, I'ma keep it that

Can't let no **** walk up weird

He gon' lose his mugs

Now we fitted up

Foddy's tucked on our way to the spot

My mark crazy, that boy anxious, he ready to pop

Brother chill don't even trip

Them **** ain't on shit

I think I see the crib

Just hit this left, and we can park the whimp

Lost out to world number

Hoes on the front porch

For it could say like this exactly who we come for

It's done for, they had their eyes on the team, ****

See what I see, ****?

The baddest bitch I ever seen, ****

I'm like, it's green, ****, finna spin my shit

Oh, I even opened my mouth, she covered up my lips

Lookin' seductive, reached for somethin'

I'm like what that is?

She pull a flask and hit me black like, baby, sip on this

Damn, bitch, I'm already lit, and put some on the tan

But fuck it, we in the function

So I put it in my hand

I kiss the flag, she kiss it back, and then I sip again

She look me in the eye

And ask me why I ain't up in her pants

(What the fuck was that?)

And where my **** blood

I'm tripping, where the fuck my gag?

Reach in my pocket, find a rocket, and I cock it back

There's hella **** cutting out this bitch

And they moving fast

I push my way up in the house, I'm looking for my partners

First it smell like smoke, blood on the floor

I think we got a problem

Look in the back, my looking gas

Like he tryna to solve it

I asked what I'd ask, and he like

'Suckas was trying to surround me'

It's all around me, blood that hot

That we slaughtered that homie

But ****, they don't know me

And they ain't know that I had that shit on me

But I ain't blood, everybody done seen my face

But I ain't do the race

I fought back, but then here come tag

He grabbed the K, he let it spray

And blew him all away

You should've saw they face

Blue Dizzy sleeves, they smiled at a race

But I'm sick, 'cause he forgot the chop, got some bursts

(And while he let it spit, he hit a bitch, he ain't gon' need a nurse)

Blood, you fuckin' lying

I'm damn near stuffed like what we finna do

Mark talkin' about a post

But that shit's tough

And we just gotta move

Cut about the back

Bounce that fence and head back to the coupe

I hate the streets, it's takes a dab, it's like you gotta loose

(It's take a dab, it's like you gotta lose)

(I think I hate the streets)

(It's take a dab, it's like you gotta lose)

(****, what the fuck, dog?)

(Yeah, love, love)

Written by: Louis St mary, lou deezi

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