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MOP SUM
Hip-Hop/Rap
MOP SUM was released on June 10, 2025 by RRRMurder Records as a part of the album MOP SUM - Single
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Release DateJune 10, 2025
LabelRRRMurder Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
fdaedae rrrmurder pUnkStaRrr
fdaedae rrrmurder pUnkStaRrr
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
fdaedae rrrmurder pUnkStaRrr
fdaedae rrrmurder pUnkStaRrr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod.Eman32x
Prod.Eman32x
Producer

Lyrics

Yeap, turn me up, E-Man
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yep
Uh
LuhhJ1' popped out trim, I think he trying to get on one
Glizzy poking out his jacket, I think he forgot to zip it up
Old buddy tried to play me dumb, but now he gotta live it up
Acting bold up on that live, I have my youngin send you up
Heard he made a post, now he ghost that boy so digital
We don't do no threats, we wildin' out
Respond back with that physical
I just got a call, they say he's lacking
Right up by the liquor store
Brody keep that pole, he up, it quick
He something like a pick and roll
Walk him down slow, hoodie tight
Ain't een got my face shown
He was talking tough, it cost his life
Now he onna gravestone
We don't do no parties, we just slide
Gotta stay in that mode
Tell lil bruh, he bet not pop outside
End up like his lil bruh
Posted on the 5, we don't slide
We just trying to stomp
He was talking hot, but now he cold
They done dropped some'
Shawty want my time, but I'm real busy
Tryna clock some
Brody keep that stick like he a janitor
Tryna mop some'
We don't do no missions
Hit his block and double back
He was dissing on the gang, and now he bleeding through his hat
Posted on that same corner
Young **** still trying to get him a sack
We get that drop, we get him wacked
We come through sliding with no map
Pop out the designer, but I'm moving like a trappa
Say you want smoke, now you coughing from clappers
Tryna test the water, now ya swimming with back up
If I say that it's Up, you know that it's that boy
Go get some money, boy
Go get some racks, boy
Fried his chest just like some big blunts
I don't een talk, I keep it silent
Tell the opps, to drop them pinpoints
Let off shots, this ain't no decoys
Tweak on set, we lift his teeth up
Keep a Drac, know I gotta keep it
They say tripleR, The real reaper
**** know I be the real teacher
Pop out all black like a real preacher
Given out smoke like a real feature
We do em bad, then we sweep em'
Turn me up, E-man
Written by: fdaedae rrrmurder pUnkStaRrr
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