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INTRO
Hip-Hop/Rap
INTRO was released on July 26, 2024 by 5356196 Records DK2 as a part of the album BETTER WITH LYRICS
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
Label5356196 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
47
47
Songwriter
Fyelow
Fyelow
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye
Ridin' round town with that shit on me
Chelsea the kit on me
Too many bitches can't fit on me
I like the way she gon get on me
Drive my shit on E
Still throw a dub at yall big homie
She need a seat I said sit on me
Open his top put a lid on eem
Why would you shit on me?
Foreal
You know that shit was a bad decision
My bitch Purdy like she got passing vision
See MC's I don't have to mention
Soon as I step in the room I grab attention
Even Helen Keller listen
See my new bitch she a trip but she never trippin
Cause my bitches bring better bitches
Yall **** struggle to cross on the goal line
This shit 4th & forever inches
Speaking of 4 first 48
We ain't goin' for shit ask 4-7
**** be talkin' crazy and askin' for favors
But they ain't got no leverage
Used to be RTA riding
But now I put money aside and I count extras
And if you hated on me take you and your girl
And go jump off of Mount Everest
You **** rappers you actors and roleplayers
You should go get on FiveM
I do this for **** thats putting the time in
Check to check but surviving
For my **** who not always gettin' the credit
But using they credit providing
For my **** who in situations that I've been
That'll kill for reviving okay
I say I tell you one thing about it
I know that these **** ain't about it
Been a while since I carried a wallet
Skrt off on the bank when I make a deposit
I'm ridin' around with a trick in the bag
I carry myself cause I been in my bag
My foot full of shit cause I'm kickin' they ass
This ain't graduation can't give em a pass
My bitch she get mad at a ****
She talkin' bout period
End of a sentence
She always be after a ****
I'm ridin' around the city the fully is with me
I'm tryna go pack up a ****
I took his lil' hoe I went back to the city
Don't ask me what happened lil ****
I hit from the back put a battery in it
I feel like a master just got me a new whip
Got him a stick but he ain't finna use it
I shot at the teachers when I was in school
I ain't have a pencil but had me a rule
He ain't gettin' chicken he fuckin' with tuna
I might spin da bin that don't mean I'm the shooter
Remember back then it was oodles & noodles
Now I got a five-star plate in the pool
I know she an eater put her on a diet
I know that I'm trippin' I just wanna try it
I just cut her off but it felt like a win
If I fucked on you once I could do it again
All of my dollars Azul like they hate red
Don't carry cash it's a nuisance
Look who I'm fuckin' again just like Drake said
All my bills got a blue tint aye
I'm on 270 runnin' a checkup
She gon' offer the neck up
Really be stackin' my shit like a staircase
Why I'm always a step up uh
I feel like ever since I put my head down
Bitches givin' the legs up
Why she gon' listen for everything I do?
This bitch thinks she Alexa
Huh okay
These **** tired as fuck
**** I'm hot I'm fire as fuck
**** I'm high I'm fried as fuck
And I'm on hots he was tryna be cool
So I'm upping the fire and I'm firin' em up
**** owe bread and he try to hit road
I'ma aim at the whip he gon' die in the truck (okay)
Written by: 47, Fyelow
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