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Wheel It
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Wheel It was released on December 31, 2020 by Take No L'z as a part of the album Wheel It - Single
December 31, 2020
LabelTake No L'z
LanguageEnglish
BPM86
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Dnny Phntm, you made this shit?) Yeah
All of that, yeah (Ahwoolay)
[Chorus]
Speedin', run it up, fuck it up, fuck your feelings
Squeezin' (Pew-pew-pew, pew)
Regent, we need it, any reason
I'm six-foot-seven, why these **** keep on reachin'?
Bleachin', trap spot got fiends, gotta feed it
Block hot, going got, never leave it
Brought my Glock in the spot, DJ, wheel it
Tell 'em wheel it
[Verse 1]
DJ, wheel the fuckin' shit, man
Hold up, let me hit my bop, ayy (Let's get it)
Halal down to my socks (Ahwoolay)
They dropped a bag on the kid, I drop a bag on my block
Hot boy, but I don't talk a lot (Hot, hot, hot)
Master key with my moves and you can't put no lock (Shh)
O Dawg hold down the spot (Hold it)
He thought he had the drop, don't get dropped (Bah)
Still tryna break down the block (Regent)
Puffy take no losses (Take no L's, ****)
Fuck the price, what the cost is (What's the price?)
Next show, it's a mosh pit
[Chorus]
Speedin' (Let's get it), run it up, fuck it up, fuck your feelings
Squeezin' (Squeezin')
Regent, we need it, any reason (Ah)
I'm six-foot-seven, why these **** keep on reachin'? (Huh, huh?)
Bleachin' (Bleachin'), trap spot got fiends, gotta feed it (Gotta feed it)
Block hot, going got, never leave it (Going got, going got)
Brought my Glock in the spot, DJ, wheel it (DJ, wheel the fuckin' shit, man)
Tell 'em wheel it
[Verse 2]
You should know I'm Somali, I got too much pride
Our fathers make armies so that's too much guys
Ten kids per family, too much eyes
Six models on my line, too much wifes, I need four
Fuck a diss, man, you know we check the score
Fuck a diss track, put numbers on the board
Kickin' doors (Ahwoolay), get the fuck on the floor
[Chorus]
Speedin', run it up, fuck it up, fuck your feelings
Squeezin' (Squeezin')
Regent, we need it, any reason
I'm six-foot-seven, why these **** keep on reachin'?
Bleachin', trap spot got fiends, gotta feed it
Block hot, going got, never leave it
Brought my Glock in the spot, DJ, wheel it
Tell 'em wheel it
Written by: Amir Jammalieh, Daniel James Wagner Cash, Habib Mohamed, Kevin Deepnarine, Michael Suski
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