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Ar-15
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ar-15 was released on November 11, 2022 by ConcreteCultureCollective as a part of the album This What Really Happened
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Release DateNovember 11, 2022
LabelConcreteCultureCollective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Keshon Williams
Jalen Keshon Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
eK!
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Producer
RajTheCozyBoy
RajTheCozyBoy
Producer

Lyrics

Woah
Woke up
Woke up
Woke up
Woke up in the morning I was mad
I will really stab **** choppa gon harass ****
Please do not forget that I'm a dad
If you talkin crazy I might pull up where you at
Damn I can't believe he was a rat
That shit don't make no sense it's like picking at a scab
But I'm picking up my **** for the ride
If it's homicide then you know they gon ride
Yeah you know they gon meet me where I'm at
If they catch me slippin then my **** bring the strap
Yeah them bitches they don't hit me for the strap nah
They hit me for the dick I might pull up where they at
Pull up on yo momma if she at the crib
At the crib bitch
Pull up on yo sister I might pull up on yo bitch
Roll the windows down and blow a fucking kiss
Blow yo bitches mind then she blow a **** dick
Got her off a tab she want another trip
Said she wanna try and I said I wanna trick
And I said I wouldn't lie and I know she prolly pissed
Bitch I'm bonafide I'm like Ali in the sixth
Bitch I'm Larry bird how it's poppin off the wrist
And I heard she was a bird I got partners at the crib
I been popular since melanin was poppin for the kid
Keep a **** wit a Draco I been smokin on a sig
Smoke
Yeuh
Uhn
Hop in the whip with army guns
Big AR like army guns
PO said no army guns
Damn I want a lot of em
Damn I want a lot uh cash
Shawty pretty pussy damn she bought uh Prada bag
Hoppin in the front seat damn she don't know how to ask
And that's a lot uh ass
Damn
I can see through your corona mask
You ain't Stevie but you wanna Nash
Niecey know you wanna smash and Jeezy know you wanna rap
It was easy on your culdesac
But bitch I brought the barter back
No bitch I brought a daughter back
No job been pushin parties back
No heart attack to cardiac
Don't call me back to apologize
Bitch I got my fathers eyes
My daughter got her fathers eyes
We farther back than Harlem nights
Known you longer than I known my wife
It's crazy how we go all night
That Prozac was a poltergeist this perky made me cold inside
Damn I can't believe he was a rat
That shit don't make no sense it's like picking at a scab
But I'm picking up my **** for the ride
If it's homicide then you know they gon ride
Yeah you know they gon meet me where I'm at
If they catch me slippin then my **** bring the strap
Bring the pistol
Written by: Jalen Keshon Williams
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