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2000 Grams
10
Hip-Hop
2000 Grams was released on July 30, 2026 by Serious Soundz as a part of the album MADE OF GOLD
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Release DateJuly 30, 2026
LabelSerious Soundz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dark Lo
Dark Lo
Rap
V Don
V Don
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Salley
Charles Salley
Songwriter
Tivon Key
Tivon Key
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I just wanna get in and out
I'ma try and dumb it down
 
It's like a one, two, in and out type shit man
Workin' out with this water bag
You see how fast five years fly past
Prayed to God then I fast
Talkin' shit with my sullys you had
A ***** got stabbed so bad
He ran off with a tab
Reminiscing about the shit I had
All the work I grabbed
Then a fast grip, lil' y'all had smurfs to laugh
Blocked about me, shit was sad
Wish this shit without me, I'm home
I'm in the S-Class I might crash
I just point God like Nash
They dropped your dawg like trash, you went live and spazz
Put a sock in your dick, suckas
It's the kid with the sick bars and nice flow
I'm home, fuckers
Stand sturdy, never shuffle, knife game a knuckle
Flight takin' off on Buckle
In a different time zone
I'm L at home, it's double
I'm hearin' whispers in my ear, it's the devil
He said get in and out no trouble no trouble
Everything subtle
You homies broke now, but you gon' babble
Don't rebuttal
Just listen to me, in the huddle
You dig me like a shovel
You a diamond in the rubble
I can't fall for his tricks again
I mean the gun a few inches but five feet when the clip is
Said it before, I'll say it again
When you got a team all that hating not shit it come with it
Usually from your men
Summertime shorts I had on Timbs
They came through shooting everybody had FNs
They was YNs
I pulled the strings like the violin
Mobbed out like Italian
I'm from the lands you probably seen me cross the high ends
You felt it in your soul, it was by a him
You a real ***** you should dial in
At grandma house, fired to a bid, we was piled in
When times was better, he was high and fine as bitch and wetter
Type of shit make you shake your head and say whatever
Hug your gun close and stay together
He spray you, bout no cheddar or vendetta
Petty shit, it was a setup
Over a bitch, he was fed up
Found out you was fucking or had met up
Hit him from his neck up
You would've thought he fucked the check up I'm
LV'd down from the sneaks to the sweats up
Lil' ***** I ain't dressed up
Go against the Lo, best of luck, bless up
Written by: Charles Salley, Tivon Key
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