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Dangerous
129
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dangerous was released on April 25, 2025 by LLC4 Records/Capitol Records as a part of the album First Order of Business
album cover
Release DateApril 25, 2025
LabelLLC4 Records/Capitol Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cel NoLackin
Cel NoLackin
Rap
FattMack
FattMack
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darcel Harvey
Darcel Harvey
Composer
Anthony Roberts
Anthony Roberts
Composer
Thomas Crimenti
Thomas Crimenti
Composer
McKenzie Hayes
McKenzie Hayes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Almighty
Almighty
Producer
T9C
T9C
Producer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

NoLackin
What you think?
(Mighty)
I still post up on my block, fuck all this famous shit
I know you heard how bro 'nem hopped out, rearrangin' shit (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
My mama told me stay from over there, that shit be dangerous (Uh, NoLackin)
NoLackin, ****, NoLackin (Frrt, frrt)
NoLackin
I still post up on my block, fuck all this famous shit (Fuck this fame)
I know you heard how bro 'nem hopped out, rearrangin' shit (They walkin' down)
My mama told me stay from over there, them **** dangerous (Them **** dangerous)
She don’t even know I'm the one tryna drop my mask, hop out and bang with them (Grrah, grrah)
Bought my Glock, then I bought my box, throw it on the back, ain't missin' shit (Ain't missin' shit)
**** don’t even come this way, last **** did, dead as a bitch (Did, dead as a bitch)
Thirty shots stuffed in my Glock, that shit ain't enough, swap for a KRISS (I swaped it out)
Tried to slide inside that— ooh, we bent that block, his ass got lift (Phew, phew)
You can go and ask my block, I spent my guap and fed killers (I fed 'em)
I can't even smoke lil' bro, his ass got smoked, a head hitter (Phew, phew)
"Ain't NoLack can't go outside," can't say no names, on dead **** (Nah)
Watch that turkey, blitz that block hit that top and shred **** (Uh)
To the sky (Sky, sky), I'm smokin' 'za (I'm smokin' za)
We caught him lackin' (We caught him lackin') and he got fried (And he got fried)
He said my name (He said my name), he ain't alive (He ain't alive)
Wan' join the gang? (Wan' join the gang?), then spank a 5 (Go spank a ****)
Uh, you wan' join the gang? Don't do no talkin', catch a body then (Go catch it)
I got shooters that's gon' slide, ain't no talk, just hoppin' in (Just hoppin' in)
We got the drop, don't say no words, just lock him in (Just lock him in)
We spinnin', we spinnin', just boxed him in (Frrt, frrt)
I still post up on my block, fuck all this famous shit (Fuck this fame)
I know you heard how bro 'nem hopped out, rearrangin' shit (They walkin' down)
My mama told me stay from over there, them **** dangerous (Them **** dangerous)
She don’t even know I'm the one tryna drop my mask, hop out and bang with them (Grrah, grrah)
Bought my Glock, then I bought my box, throw it on the back, ain't missin' shit (Ain't missin' shit)
**** don’t even come this way, last **** did, dead as a bitch (Did, dead as a bitch)
Thirty shots stuffed in my Glock, that shit ain't enough, swap for a KRISS (I swaped it out)
Tried to slide inside that— ooh, we bent that block, his ass got lift (Ha, phew)
Yeah, his ass got hit up (Hit up)
Lil' ho called me broke, that bitch a joke, I hold my wrist up (My wrist up)
Uh, I tell bro to go, he grab a pole and now you put up (Put up)
If that car bend down the street, we gon' start blowin' before it pull up, **** (On God)
I can buy you anything you want as long as you stayin' with me
Put a switch on every single gun when I'm ridin' 'round my city
Yeah, I know these ****'ll love to see me gone, they probably hate I'm winnin' (Yeah)
Probably lose your mind and waste your time, put faith up in these bitches
Yeah (Yeah), if they come and slide, I lay shit down my faith up in this switch
Yeah, ****, your ass gon' die, you make my list for all the fuckin' dissin'
Told that ho she cannot be my bitch, but she won't fuckin' listen
Yeah, I got flawless diamonds in my mouth that cost a fuckin' ticket, on God (Yeah)
I still post up on my block, fuck all this famous shit (Fuck this fame)
I know you heard how bro 'nem hopped out, rearrangin' shit (They walkin' down)
My mama told me stay from over there, them **** dangerous (Them **** dangerous)
She don’t even know I'm the one tryna drop my mask, hop out and bang with them (Grrah, grrah)
Bought my Glock, then I bought my box, throw it on the back, ain't missin' shit (Ain't missin' shit)
**** don’t even come this way, last **** did, dead as a bitch (Did, dead as a bitch)
Thirty shots stuffed in my Glock, that shit ain't enough, swap for a KRISS (I swaped it out)
Tried to slide inside that— ooh, we bent that block, his ass got lift (Phew, phew)
Written by: Anthony Roberts, Darcel Harvey, McKenzie Hayes, Thomas Crimenti
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