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False Information
Hip-Hop/Rap
False Information was released on June 23, 2025 by MonSta WicKed as a part of the album False Information - Single
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Release DateJune 23, 2025
LabelMonSta WicKed
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MonSta Wicked
MonSta Wicked
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
'Cameron Dean'
'Cameron Dean'
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da WicKman
Da WicKman
Producer

Lyrics

My eyes on it, I ain't lose no focus
My eyes on it, I ain't lose no focus
Stick on the booth with me, right now
Yeah, stick in the booth with me right now, I bet I blow it
La Wicked bat him in this shit, that **** froze up
I ain't tryna shoot from far away, I'm creepin' close up
I don't need a drop, I pull up where your people post up
**** cappin' outchea tellin' lies
Pull up on your block, I sling this iron, put it on your mind
I push them corners like it's NASCAR
Turn this bitch to a fast car
Got a rocket, watch I blast off
Uh
Huh
It's eat or starve
I'm the winner eatin' chicken dinner
Bad bitch look like a star
Mm, might leave it in her
Don't fuck with that, it's up with that
**** shot at you, you pussy as the fuck
Why you wasn't blowin' back?
Lace the shit, put this shit up in your veins, just like you snortin' crack
Every time a **** holler smoke, they get turned to a pack
Make me mad, I flash out my eyes turn black
You wasn't doin' nothin' bout your brother, n***a, I was dyin' bout that
Outside, same night, slingin' iron, bout that
Cold case, face a ****
Livin' fast, race a ****
All I ever really wanted was 6 figures
Applyin' pressure, ****, bitch, I never give up
Slidin' crazy, shootin' shit from out the trunk
Blowin' gas up in this bitch, it ain't no bumk
**** hollin' they gone face me bitch, I bet you won't
Wicked, we them chasers, man them pussy boys know what we on
I get my bitch to set you up, you fuck with that, I wet you up
Turn that boy to ketchup, put him on a stretcher
Tell them boys to catch up
WicKed klan, we been up
All them boys get lit up, put him in a 'spital
Stick in the booth with me right now, I bet I blow it
La Wicked bat him in this shit, that **** froze up
I ain't tryna shoot from far away, I'm creepin' close up
I don't need a drop, I pull up where your people post up
**** cappin' outchea tellin' lies
Pull up on your block, I sling this iron, put it on your mind
I push them corners like it's NASCAR
Turn this bitch to a fast car
Got a rocket, watch I blast off
Uh
All them bodies on the floor, man, tell them pussy **** get up
Ha, ha, ha
I'm feelin' like Mad Max in this bitch
I'm feelin' like Zeus, the menace in this bitch
Yeah
Written by: 'Cameron Dean'
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