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Got Around
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Got Around was released on March 8, 2024 by Now & Forever/Santa Anna as a part of the album Grimey Loc Risk Taker
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Release DateMarch 8, 2024
LabelNow & Forever/Santa Anna
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GmoneyDt
GmoneyDt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Jimenez
Angel Jimenez
Lyrics
Amel Madave
Amel Madave
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Melly
Melly
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, first things first, load up the monkey nuts with chopper rounds
Shiesty up, push to start then spin the block around
Told on the case, thought he was smooth, but he got around
He went Live, I bent the block and now the choppers out
I used to be broke but I'm up now
I could hit the dinner for a Benz and buy bust downs
My bitch said she solid, I don't really give a fuck now
DOA on any opp block, a demon jump out
Free the gang, free the top opp, these **** love to hate
Demon got released, he bent the block and popped another face
Slidin' in the Benz, then we hop inside the whoopty whoop
The way we bounced out, you would've thought we was the movie crew
They paying close attention 'cause they see that I got trophies now
I don't know them ****, but all of them **** know me now
I don't fuck with ugly hoes, I only fuck with bad bitches
She was looking good on Instagram so I had to hit it
I was just on GTL, eating ramen noodles
Wearing Bob Barker, bitch, I couldn't even wear the Louis
My judge asked me when I get out what I'm gon' be doin'
I told her packin' toolies and hangin' 'round with bullies
I used to be broke, now I could blow bands on an outfit
Hater outside, bitch, so I got it in the house, bitch
Free Lil Crazy O, we was thuggin', really in these streets
Threw the shiesty on and the glove, couldn't forget the gleek
Every time a bitch text me, I just send her my Cash App
I don't want no throat, baby, just tell me where the cash at
Take a picture through the Rollie chain and the fat strap
I'll rob the homie for a eight so don't flash that
Before I went down, we was slidin' really back to back
I was in my cell, I was having a lot of flashbacks
I went and bought a chop, I threw it in my backpack
Stood up in that Benz, we bounced out and they ain't clapped back
Yeah, bitch, free the gang
Free the ones that matter, ha
Yeah, aight
They know that Benz, though, we done been in every corner
**** wasn't even hangin' for real
Written by: Amel Madave, Angel Jimenez
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