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Floatin
24
Hip-Hop/Rap
Floatin was released on January 24, 2025 by GBE Strap as a part of the album ZotNDaBooth
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Release DateJanuary 24, 2025
LabelGBE Strap
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM133

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GBE Strap
GBE Strap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GBE Strap
GBE Strap
Songwriter

Lyrics

Shh
Come on
I'm in a-
Phew, phew, phew
Damn, come on
Shh, come on
Buy me a-, come on
Buy me a badge that'll roll up and smoke it
Set a off **** on fire, he potent
Shootin' for a **** in the back, scoliosis
And lower the dark man, this shit don't make no sense
I'm going out the bit, leave him soaking
Clear out the block, man, I feel like I'm bowling
Running through the racks and I didn't even notice
Guy got me out of trap, ****, I'm chosen
Buy some old gun 'fore I buy me a Rollie
My shooter, ugly as hell with no sense
Caught me a ruger, I got me some motion
You the one twin, yeah, I'm already knowin'
Send me the spot 'til I get me a foreign
Send me the dope, man, I keep on doin' it
Mind on the paper, I ain't lovin' no groupie
Run down on the art, leave me flat as your roof
I don't know shit, ****, I'm shootin' that cube
Layers are made away, now I'm comin' through soon
Bone squad on they block, I'ma drop me a nuke
****, I'm an animal, I belong in the zoo
Crisp blue and they be sticking like this (crispy)
So you have motion, the **** done proved it
Posted to spot out, nabbing our new shit
You got the bands in, ****, let do it
Keep it in the street with the feds couldn't be
.762 and they stick on them .223
Shooter for **** in his ass, he fooling me
Throw back up a Perc' on the way I go to sleep
Real in the field, gotta lace up my cleat
Ride with two Glocks, you gon' think I know Pete
Shoot at it, faith tryna fuck up your teeth
Fuck all my way **** tryna compete
Fuzz out with the fire, ****, he'll toss older
Back seat, talking to myself like I'm Joker
Heard out of this, leave a route ****, local
Flush ****, block ****, I'm tryna play poker
When I pour the drank, I got the utmost focus
Get into the paper, I'ma keep on blowin' it
You ain't gotta add me, my trap be open
'Cause when they check, ****, brand-new funds in
Them dead president brought me motion
**** ain't shit, I said, "Smoke my roach"
I ain't sendin' out shit, ****, I want my opener
Me who was green, took him down for his tokens
**** playin' gas in the street, he'll roll it
Blow like a boy, ****, some of them Bin Laden
What you do with that check, ****? I bought me a Wock'
Kittin' that whore, now she feelin' entitled
Thinkin' I love it, it's just a one-nighter
Fuck the whole trident, I'm tryin' to go viral
Take a **** shit, ****, I'm sound like a pirate
Ratchet ain't really nothin' change my life yet
Skrrt from the bricks, all I know is survival
Sweep on the floor, I'll make me a pallet
Green shit in my pocket, you allergic to salad
Had to adjust on no more, but they're rappin' shit
Think I ain't shit 'cause my hair be madder
They think I ain't shit 'cause my hair be madder
Written by: GBE Strap
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