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Gatekeep
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Gatekeep was released on May 17, 2025 by Bookie Woodz as a part of the album If These Scales Could Talk
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Release DateMay 17, 2025
LabelBookie Woodz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Anderson
Alvin Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Unknown Great
Unknown Great
Producer
enrgy beats
enrgy beats
Engineer

Lyrics

Energy make this one
Uh-huh
****, yeah
Yeah
Yop
Come on, fuck these **** talkin bout
Aye
Uh, if I can get it, then I got it
Get it how you live, ****, I ain't finna knock it
**** tried to gate keep, but I hopped it
How the fuck you broke tryna count a **** pockets
My first bag, I had doubts in the profit
Now I don't give a fuck if it's my last, I'mma cop it
Gettin money talking, made me turn into a prophet
I wanna talk money and then never change the topic
Perc-10s, 15s, and exotics
Is you a powder puff girl or should I rock it
Aye, whatever script you need, bitch, we got it
Cause my **** got a pain clinic in his pocket
Seven mile, ****, but my weed from the tropics
Trap full of overseas guns and a rocket
He ain't know I had a gun till I popped it
They thought they caught me slipping on they block
Till I mopped it
Don't move funny if it's smoke, bitch, I might panic
The AR bigger than a boat, bullets titanic
I got a pretty lil' hoe, booty gigantic
And I fuck her on the counter cause she like granite
Aye You ever got some head top after sending head shots
Good throat, this bitch got me in a headlock
Good dope, so I'm trapping while the feds watch
If I pull out, she gon' put me in a leg lock
That ain't real, Za, you can't even spell runtz
On my fifth bo this week, **** smoking tail blunts
Aye, when Lil' Gang died, I couldn't shake it off for months
And the fiends love it solid, so I break it off in chunks
I put some soda in the jar, then I do the arm and hammer dance
I ain't like the video and popped the cameraman
Boy, I sell real, Za, you the bammerman
He ran up and got popped, he ain't have a plan
Empty pill bottles on my nightstand
Good dope, a Pyrex plus my right hand
I was taxin' fiends when I robbed a brick man
I got a second Glock in case the one with the switch jam
Speeding down this block, tryna get yo shit slammed
Quick draw, call of duty, ****, I got quick hands
It's a beam on the blick, I can shoot from curry feet
And I'm Dolo, but the AR got me feeling 30 deep
And I'm Dolo, but the AR got me feeling 30 deep
Aye, if I can get it, then I got it
Get it how you live, ****, I ain't finna knock it
**** tried to gatekeep, but I hopped it
How the fuck you broke, tryna count a **** pockets
My first bag, I had doubts in the profit
Now I don't give a fuck if it's my last, I'm a cop it
Getting money talking made me turn into a prophet
I wanna talk money and then never change the topic
Written by: Alvin Anderson
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