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Night
Hip-Hop/Rap
Night was released on August 4, 2026 by Trouble Baby LLC as a part of the album Night - Single
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Release DateAugust 4, 2026
LabelTrouble Baby LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
9TB D2
9TB D2
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
9TB D2
9TB D2
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skeeo!
Skeeo!
Producer
K4producedit
K4producedit
Producer

Lyrics

If Disney Link Producers take you back to heaven
Speak on my name, we in your bushes tryna step on him
Fuck your brudda ****, bust him up, now we gon' rep off him
Rello be my fuckin' murder twin we shoot above the rim
I can have my bx,come set u up we tryna dunk on him
Smokin' on that gas, I'm on your ass as if you tip me
You pull up in the Jag, I do the dash, this ain't no ten speed
Bitch, motherfuckin' Drake, I said to tell his M.A
Your boys, they want me dead, but I'm a spider, they won't get me
Steppin' through the night, but through the day, I'm smokin' on that Zod
Playin' with my bitch, I play with gang, your ass gon' meet your God
Tryna catch a body, terminate it, what you say
90B don't need a scope, we take a gun and bust your face
We bust his ' face, ****, know that it's a DOA
My bro Creep at night we bang on sight, we tryna take his face
Bitch ass **** ain't on nothin, brudda ridin' around with a stolen Drake
Told big brother, pass the Glock, I ain't got no aim when I shoot that k
My new pack exotic, you'll think it's Christmas, taste like candy cane
When that bag come in, I'll get a nine chain, straight from johnny dang
You can send that diss, I walk it down, make that stick go bang
Hop from out that whip like Walt D'Usaine, send him to his manes
Speak on my name, we in your bush, just tryna step on him
Fuck your brother, ****, bust him up, now we gon' wrap up him
Relo be my fuckin' murder twin, we shoot a bullet rim
I can have my bitch confess to what we tryna do to him
Black, black, get that **** down
I'm bout to whip that bitch, gon' black, black, bitch gon' make no sound
My brother just talked him a buck, we smoke that shit right out the pound
If you ain't bangin' out, you a bitch, ****, so move your ass around
All these bitch **** ain't like that, just talkin' in they sound
Feel like Boosted, way in 2006, bitch, wipe me down
Push the ****, pop that button, switch that boy up, act a clown
You can talk that shit in songs, I bet your mama leave with a phone
Your bitch know that he a hoe, his fat ass ain't walk nothin' down
That J.J. switched up for that Saint, that boy lame as a clown
That pussy used to be my gang, now I don't want his ass around
Fuck a diss song, get with it, see your love come to your town
Bitch, I really stand on business, not them bars you hang around
Relo clutchin' on a 50, talk that shit, you off your dime
Ain't finna keep doin' that dissin, let's get with it, bang it out
Got an A-Roll with a 60, talk that shit and you gon' drown
Speak on my name, we in your bush, just tryna step on him
Fuck your brother, ****, bust him up, now we gon' wrap up him
Grandma be my fuckin' mother, twin, we shoot a bullet around
I can have my bitch do sexual, we tryna dunk on him
Written by: 9TB D2
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