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Sprinting
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sprinting was released on July 18, 2025 by DodyGang as a part of the album Series of Overdose Vol. 3: Love, Sex, Drugs, Money (Deluxe)
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Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelDodyGang
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bucci
Bucci
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Hill
Joe Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kammyron Lacey
Kammyron Lacey
Executive Producer

Lyrics

A lot of shit going on over here, for real
I'm gone
I got my hustle from the struggle, so it's no forgetting (I can't forget it)
And if you talking about some money, we can go and get it (we can go)
A lot of love will ever help me fuck whoever didn't (fuck)
If it's a race to get that cake, you know a ****'s printing (you know I'm mourning)
Can't never let you disrespect me, ever do me wrong (ever do me wrong)
We put some back, we put some line, and we'll get them gone
We ain't no score, we ain't no hoe, you fucking with a bomb
What you slow with, you ain't no badass, where we from?
Swing for the fences, go the distance, take the consequences
You're trying to run it up like us, you're gonna take your munitions
You trying to run it up like us, you better get your friends (you trying to run it)
You trying to run it up like us, you better be conditioned (you trying to run it)
When **** want a recognition, I play my position
**** will be there when you get it, never when you didn't
Being in the street, they make me curious, they make me suspicious
I got my nine when I was swell for the competition
I'ma shine through every moment, especially when it's biggest
Staying persistent and consistent, doing repetitions
I rap a lot for cash, money, I don't see no limit (huh)
I ain't gonna stop until I get it, get it like it's printed
I got my hustle from the struggle, so it's no forgetting (yeah)
And if you talking about some money, we can go and get it (go and get it)
A lot of love, whoever helped me, fuck whoever did it (fuck)
If it's a race to get that cake, you know a **** sprintin' (you know I'm running)
Can't never let you disrespect me, ever do me wrong ('ver do me wrong)
We push the pack, we push the line, and we'll get them gone (get 'em gone)
We ain't no score, we ain't no hoe, you fucking with a bomb
What you slow, what you ain't know, better ask where we from
On this side
You gon' respect me or the gun, how we come, on this side
We putting hollows in the drums, how we come, on this side
You gon' respect me or the gun, how we come, on this side
We putting hollows in the drums, how we come, on this side
30-miner shit, 30-miner shit, 30-miner shit
I do another time, 30-miner shit
Northside, Eastside, Northside, Eastside
Written by: Joe Hill
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