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f**k 47
Metal
f**k 47 was released on February 7, 2026 by 53% as a part of the album 53% - EP
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Release DateFebruary 7, 2026
Label53%
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Dye
Adam Dye
Drums
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Dye
Adam Dye
Songwriter
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Dye
Adam Dye
Producer
Jacob Burns
Jacob Burns
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Forty-seven fake lovers, fifty-three real killers
Say my name wrong, you're gonna hear it
I ain't hear shit; y'all talk too soft
Forty-seven get cut when the pack kicks off
Me and Autumn in the back with a blacked-out Glock
Your block gets rocked when we pop that off
Fuck boys lurk, but they ain't that bold
Wolf been cold, heart dark like mold
Forty-seven wanna bark till they losin' control
Bet you won't say shit when we up in your road
Yeah, spin that, bend that, break that line
If the ops want smoke, they can get that time
Drop whoever talkin' like they steppin' in mine
Pussy boy, say it twice: fuck forty-seven on sight
Fuck forty-seven
Say it twice if they still don't get it. (We ain't with it)
Fuck forty-seven
Y'all ain't built for the shit we livin'
Fuck forty-seven. (Say it proud)
Fuck forty-seven
Yeah
They talk big shit, but they never gon' slide
Wolf too slick, whole squad outside
Autumn on deck, he the drum on the side
Beatdown hits hard like a bitch mid-ride
Ops gon' cap till they choke their breath
We don't play tag; we tag their chest
Forty-seven wanna flex, but they ain't no threat
I been runnin' this lane since the pain got set
I'm a real big dog; y'all pups don't bite
Whole style weak; y'all ain't built for the fight
Tryna sound tough, but the tone ain't right
I could end y'all shit with a line I write
We fifty-three, live real shit, you fake
Every move pops off, every step shit shakes
Talk on the net, but they fold on the wake
I'm the wrong wolf here for an opp to test fate
Forty-seven? Nah… y'all bitch-made crumbs
Whole group soft like they chew on thumbs
We run loud bass; y'all little hums
Say my name once; watch your whole block run
Fuck forty-seven
Say it twice if they still don't get it
Fuck forty-seven
Y'all ain't built for the shit we livin'
Fuck forty-seven. (Say it proud)
Fuck forty-seven
We fifty-three. Real ones, iron ready
Forty-seven still pretendin', keep duckin'
Fuck forty-seven
Written by: Adam Dye, Jacob Burns
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