Tech - #1dk & 1DK 2Glokks: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

#1dk & 1DK 2Glokks

Tech

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Tech adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Hallwood tarafından 11 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıFed Baby

Şarkı Bilgileri

Çıkış Tarihi11 Temmuz 2025

FirmaHallwood

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM100

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

#1dk

Performer

1DK 2Glokks

Performer

Tywon L Hill Jr.

Tywon L Hill Jr.

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tywon L Hill Jr.

Tywon L Hill Jr.

Composer

Anjadon Allen

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nugget Foster

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Hop out run shit down

Get 'em gone 'bout my respect

**** spoke on Swift ok cool that’s a bet

Get aggressive check the scoreboard

Hope the refs don’t call a tech

They say death be comin' in 3’s

So I'm finna leave 3 **** stretched (aye)

Soaked the game up early

Hit the field and grabbed a jersey

I gotta put a play in motion

So I'm finna get these cleats dirty

Love 2Glokk yeah dat my twin

We like Pooh Shiesty and Big 30

Hop out bldrr bldrr

Dem **** took off when they heard it

Use to like bitches with BBLss I take the natural over surgery

When I catch (shh) Imma kill his ass

You gotta know dat it’s gone be worth it

Got a good heart but I stand on business

I feel like ain’t nobody perfect

I don’t like talkin' over the phone I do good business when I'm in person

Pull up black truck windows tinted

Bitches trynna see who in it

We got Draco’s in dis bitch the other truck filled up with switches

**** can’t fuck with us

If I ain’t fuck a bitch I bet my dawg hit it

I ain’t sayin' no names but when some bitches hear it I be they all feel it

When I pop out with gang

You know this shit 100 shots or better

We quick to make it rain

No hollow tips, they quick to change the weather

No we are not the same

I spent 3 bands on this new Gucci sweater

And I get hotter than a bih

So don't you try to check my temper

A **** making me feel played

I get to bussin' out the rip

Just had a talk with Johnny Dang

I need my neck cold like December

All these fuck **** really lame

Knowin' damn well they pretending

Bitch ass **** take it to ya grave

You speak on Swift and I'm gon' kill you

Come through **** it's a DOA

He ain't gon' make it to no splitter

Shots fired to the crowd

Damn, brodie almost hit him

You can run but you can't hide

Sooner or later pay him a visit

They treat 2Glook like the God

Step on shit that's my religion

We airing 'em out

Then we flee back to the city

Please don't try to pass that shit if it ain't a 30 or a 50

We drop airs and shells

Pop out with the gang, you know we litty

I pour at the show

Want me to sign my name on her titty

Written by: Anjadon Allen, Tywon L Hill Jr.

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