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1234
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Hip-Hop/Rap
1234 was released on February 12, 2025 by MG4L Entertainment as a part of the album 1234 - Single
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Release DateFebruary 12, 2025
LabelMG4L Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K Money
K Money
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kareem Muhammad
Kareem Muhammad
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dt beats
dt beats
Producer

Lyrics

(DT Beatz)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh (Oh-oh)
Ah
One, two, three, four, buckets knockin' at my door (At my door)
Five, six, seven, eight, guns just landed in the crate
Nine, ten, eleven, K Money don't talk to 12
Can't be bringin' bitches on a drill, they just might show and tell
These **** broke, couldn't even afford a phone in jail (A phone in jail)
You're not from my block, I see you get stabbed, I didn't even care
TNG got the cheat code, I told 'em, "Don't share"
All these **** talkin' on my name, they goin' nowhere
Like I ain't bring no bitch I just met on the drill (No, no)
And I ain't puttin' my life at risk for thirty grand, that ain't enough
The trap is jumpin', ****, I might just sit there for a year
And **** took that plea, I'm wonderin' why he took that deal
'Cause I don't think they even got money, I'm bein' for real
You could block me off from seein' the Snap, but better know I'm here
And how you gon' say you keep your distance when you can't get near?
It's a button on the back, one tap that bitch, it'll hurt your ear (Grr, grr)
My kit is lit, look like it's a chandelier
And look at my fit, that's fly, I'm feelin' like I'm on a Lear
These hoes wanna be with me, I'm drippin' like a tear
And you're my son, lil' ****, I sent you on a drill (On a drill)
One, two, three, four, who's that knockin' at your door?
Five, six, seven, eight, shots gon' hit your fuckin' face
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, bitches at my hotel
Can't be bringin' bitches on a drill, this not a show and tell
One, two, three, four, buckets knockin' at my door (They knockin' at my door)
Five, six, seven, eight, guns just landed in the crate (They landin')
Nine, ten, eleven, K Money don't talk to 12 (I don't talk to 12)
Can't be bringin' bitches on a drill, they just might show and tell
These **** broke, couldn't even afford a phone in jail (A phone in jail)
You're not from my block, I see you get stabbed, I didn't even care (I didn't even care)
TNG got the cheat code, I told 'em, "Don't share" (I told 'em, "Don't share")
All these **** talkin' on my name, they goin' nowhere (Don't share)
Written by: Kareem Muhammad
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