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Chuckyy Flow
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Chuckyy Flow was released on May 1, 2025 by DC Inc. as a part of the album Chuckyy Flow - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2025
LabelDC Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM162

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lah Mar
Lah Mar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeAri Cowherd
DeAri Cowherd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lah Mar
Lah Mar
Engineer

Lyrics

Lah Mar
Cmon, cmon
Uh nah, come on
Pull up, catch **** lacking
Me and brodie up through, switch lanes in traffic
Giving belt, let **** have it
Fourth quarter with the ball, ****, why you pass it
Lah Mar pull up in fast shit
You ain't never seen, cause it's too fast, bitch
My shots so automatic
Catch **** on the court, that shit get tragic
What happened? Them **** gave up
Feeling lucky on dice, don't try your luck
Eyes turn when I pull up
Pull up, too trim, they throwing up
I guess I shitted
Paid 13 for the belt
Paid 16 for the sneaks
Don't come this way, boy, I'm tryna help
Lah Mar gone, cause you ain't seen him
Bitches bad, cause they mistreat him
Wocky gone, it got me leanin
Drugs do me good, but I don't need em
Stay quiet, boy play it safe
Lah Mar gon spray the Drac
Lil Skam just beat the case
And Mseven be trapping like everyday
Run him down, boy, where you going
Sending shots, they steady blowing
Break him down, lil buddy loafin
Face hit the ground, my knuckles swollen
Can't leave the life you chose
For life, you breaking bowls
For life, I'm breaking hoes
White bitch got Molly on her nose
We might be the hottest to ever do this shit, ****
Lah Mar, Lah Mar, Lah Mar, Lah Mar, Lah Mar
That's all you gon hear round the city in a couple years, man
I'm telling you, ****, we going up with this shit, man
All gas, no brakes
Uh, groupie bitches want my money
Got asses out, man, it's too sunny
Don't stop now, boy, keep on running
You fall, you fucked, cause boy we coming
I got two-three on the strap
Six-two, leave you off the map
Switchy, leave you in the pack
Lah Mar gon leave you with a tag
Cross that line, no coming back
Can't trust a bitch, know that's a fact
Drummy on that bitch, it's fat
I bust that bitch, it's busting back
Said he know who smoked his mans
Ain't getting back, ain't making sense
They caught him on his bike, he ran away
They hung him on the fence
Lah Mar never be too crowded
Thick bitch from the Raq, I pounded
Lil bro smoke that Joe Exotic
Two-three hits ah get you folded
Man, who dat in that car?
We on that, busting yeeks, they get to clappin
The way I bust a cut and make a move
You'd think we playing Madden
She says she loyal, I don't believe her
****, I don't imagine dragons last bitch try to play
We did her bad, she left out in a casket
He was tuff, til we walked out clapped him
Like, boy, come here
Mar bleed shit for a couple minutes, then the boy gon disappear
A **** ain't never did me shit
I stand on that shit right now
A **** ain't never do me nothing
**** know they fucking place, ****
**** ain't never gon fucking try that shit
My lil brudda with me right or wrong ****, fuck
Written by: DeAri Cowherd
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