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Concussion
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Concussion was released on January 3, 2025 by Trill Music Group as a part of the album Ghetto Noise
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Release DateJanuary 3, 2025
LabelTrill Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amir Walker
Amir Walker
Engineer

Lyrics

I won't fuck with the box, I'm just fine with top
He keep making it hot, we gon find his block
Keep posting drip lil **** and we gon find the drop
Don't stress hoes, these hoes go round like time clocks
Yeah, fuck you mean, fuck you uh
****, I'm real, cause I come from the finest of up top
One thing I'm never gon do is let this cup drop
Bro got a temper, he ready to let his gun
Yeah, send you high
I be high, out my mind, when I'm fried
Bout my chicken, cross that line, you getting fried
My money growin' like spring
Fye go boom to the bang
I wanna fuck new ring
I beat it up, no ring
Heard **** talkin' bout money
Now you speakin my lang
I need my money tall, somethin' like Yao Ming
Bad bitch calling I still let it, what
We not locked in baby you don't got a bluff
They said skinny, why you keep flexing
Don't you think that the Balenci enough
They been tuned in since my tape
And now they tellin' me to drop the deluxe
Drop the deluxe
Drop the deluxe
Drop the deluxe
Drop the de
I don't do no social talks, you get exposed for playing tough
Bro would do it out of love, what you think he gon do for some bucks
I hear all them **** hating and I don't get not zero fucks
(I don't get no fucks)
I'm tweakin, I'm tweakin, I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin
Why these **** talking like, what's all the ruckus
Bitch **** finna crash out talkin' bout a bucket
Why they **** lyin' like, what's with the bluffing
We'll hit a **** in his head like concussion
Concussion
Concussion
Concussion
Concussion
Concussion
Concussion
How do **** Sneak diss and don't want repercussions
I cannot hang with a broke
You ****, you ****, you **** disgusting
H-how you want beef with US? you must be Russian
You **** ain't fuckin' with this
She looking my way so I'm fucking the bitch
This shit like command how I'm stuck to the strips
Can't picture myself with enough of this shit
I'm tryna make me a bag, And act like Russ and triple and double this shit
I don't wanna hit on nobody bag but man that shit ain't even my fit
Ain't even my shirt
Gettin' guap is my curse
My neck, my wrist What's gon' catch your eye first
This shit make your eyes hurt
Brody stay on high alert
He can make that fye work
I feel like when I'm high, that's when I'm down to earth
I get green like ground turf These **** be trippin' around Percs
I was rockin' a Towne shirt If I don't get pape, then I'm irked
****, I'ma up you down worse
These bitches be bops, you sound burnt
****, I got what I earned
I needed a spark, so I worked
Roll it and blaze it **** ain't street, they goin' through phases
Always been a **** for paper, it's crazy how I came from the minimum wages
I know when a bitch is dangerous Especially lookin' like she having trouble behaving
Life been sweet like cravings really in the field like the B more Ravens
I be feelin' bad for the bitches that these Lame **** fucking on
Free my ****, man, he ain't did shit wrong
Iphone tapped, I'm thinkin' bout buyin' a flip phone
Hit it in dip, I don't even wanna stay in the crib long
Written by: Amir Walker
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