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6IX
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Gangsta Rap
6IX was released on March 12, 2026 by Raffa Moreira as a part of the album Global Trap - EP
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Release DateMarch 12, 2026
LabelRaffa Moreira
LanguagePortuguese
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raffa Moreira
Raffa Moreira
Vocals
Spoony Souza
Spoony Souza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raffa Moreira
Raffa Moreira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Offworld Aura
Offworld Aura
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
[Verse 1]
Eu e o Spoony tá contando forte
Tô com meu shooter, rival tá sem sorte
Acelerando na curva da morte
Em São Miguel, Itaim ou na Norte
Nos quatro canto do mapa, a gang te fode
Nóis tem contato e aval não tem porte
Numerações alteradas, raspadas no ferro
Sua fuga vai falhar, isso é lógico
[Verse 2]
Esse é o pique do mandrake
Espancando o Santa, o Bradesco e o Itaú
Ganhando o digital lá no, no
Cartão black da bandeira azul
Cliente master, meu atendimento tá tendo champanhe
Gerente já sabe meu vulgo
Saquei mais de trezentos no sete
Eu sou bem atendido, eu sou mais que Raúl
[Verse 3]
Vou fazer chover dentro do estúdio
Notas de galo ou garopa da azul
Logic Apollo, eu tô no Fruit Loops
Eu já fiz alguns hits usando Pro Tools
Muito high, maconha no pensamento
Muito dry, as bubble bags tão cheios
Extrações de plantações estrangeiras
E eu sou Pablo Juan do trap brasileiro
[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
[Verse 4]
Fuck your top five ****, not I
Can't look me straight, them **** cockeye
A dot to the K, my shooters don't play
Boogeyman? Y'all **** is prey
[Verse 5]
Keep 'em in check while counting my checks
Fuck your respect, my time is Patek
Fuck 'em pussies, I strap to protect
Tech, tech, tech
Big steppa, you **** Payless
Keep the iron ****, they pressed
[Verse 6]
Got me steaming, laser beaming
Pop they team and break they defense
Stay in offense, they I offend
Got a hit list, they I dispense
Keep the intense, they in suspense
Acting tough, **** pretend
Smoke them ops, burn some
[Verse 7]
Smoke my ops by the whole pack
Treat them like za', I roll that
I'm going in, can't go back
Aura said don't hold back
Fuck they bitch, gave the hoe back
She lapping up, I fold that
She gave me head like a ball cap
Caught a body, gave the soul back
[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
[Chorus]
See no competition, fuck your top five
Flexing on these haters, I feel like Popeye
Pray to God I hope he watch my six, aye
Shout my shooter, I know he let the stick spray
Written by: Rafael Fernando Moreira
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