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Avenue
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Hip-Hop
Avenue was released on February 6, 2026 by LLC4 as a part of the album Avenue - Single
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelLLC4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
448 Gotti
448 Gotti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kennedy Rubio
John Kennedy Rubio
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Stackz
Jay Stackz
Producer

Lyrics

You just mean stacks, n****?
I already got them stacks, n****
Oh really?
Yeah
Step out the trap, looking like I left Neiman
Bricks in the trunk, b****, I can't be speeding
Ho used to diss me, now she wanna eat me
Good fish scale got these f*** n**** tweaking
Number one rule in the trap, ain't no sleeping
I'm tired of Mexican h***, I f*** a Puerto Rican
I let my dad try it, now that n**** geeking
Damn, damn
Walk in my trap, so many pounds of za
Little b**** calling me papa
The Draco, that b**** go fra-fra
Make these f*** n**** pray to Allah
The glizzy do tricks, n****, wallah
On the way to Oklahoma, hope I make it back
Doing donuts in the hood, caught a flat
N**** thought he was hard, got slapped
Neighbor asking me for crack
Got suited up, got it all black
Bando a junkie, he can't stop sipping Act
Donnie a junkie, he can't stop sipping Wock
When I start sipping, I can't really talk
Skitty J with the racks, I can't even walk
She said she love me, I told her that's a fault
Told that b**** you shouldn't caught feelings
In the trap trying to get a million
Little East Coast h**, she from Philly
Took that little stupid b**** to eat at Chili's
Passed her brother on a pound of midget
For the zip, I charge that n**** two fifty
Do the math, that's a whole lot of money
I never get full, young n**** hungry
A n**** wanna kill me, serve him a dummy
Young n**** put hollows up in his tummy
Still robbing in my hood when it's sunny
Pour some Act in my slushie from Sonny
Young n**** demons, they demonic
How you an a****** but talk so country?
Showed my son the racks, now he want a monkey
He owe me ten dollars, I beat up my junkie
Damn, whoa
Mi papá me dijo
Hijo, ponte las pilas
La marihuana es mi medicina
La federal es mi vitamina
Whoa, damn
I'm in Dallas, Texas, b****, I stay in the street
Used to have Shaqs, Bubbles on my feet
Ran out of food, we ain't know EBT
Wanted Crispy Skimps under the Christmas tree
You gotta grind, ain't s*** given free
Locked up, I know they wasn't missing me
Now you on my d*** 'cause I got racks on me
N**** and the J's, that is my family
Three years gone and you n**** not passing me
Not passing me, n****
Y'all ain't passing me
We put fifty racks on you f*** n****
N**** ain't ran up a ten yet
B****-a** n****
Written by: John Kennedy Rubio
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