WALL - OT The Real & Nickel Plated: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

OT The Real & Nickel Plated

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WALL adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak OT The Real, LLC tarafından 28 Şubat 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Devil You Know

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümThe Devil You Know

Çıkış Tarihi28 Şubat 2025

FirmaOT The Real, LLC

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM127

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

OT The Real

Rap

Nickel Plated

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Stephen P. Odell

Stephen P. Odell

Songwriter

Nicholas Stimson

Nicholas Stimson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nickel Plated

Producer

John Sparkz

Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Praise to the plug that put us in position

Smoker be cooking, he stuck in the kitchen

Knife to the coke, I'ma cut with precision

Stuck with my vision and doubled my vixens

I got a bitch coming for bundles, still gripping

She went down the block 'cause she wants something different

Her heart just stopped, man, she just wouldn't listen

I sat and I really sold dubs for a living

Out back, on the side and the front of your building

I couldn't even see what I was building

I did my time and said, "Fuck it, I'm chilling"

But fuck all that chilling, I'm one of the villains

Smack 'em for lying and cut 'em for stealing

Glad that I give that uncomfortable feeling

You up in your feelings, I'm busting a deal in Manhattan

Fall back, you was stuck and I feel it

Ain't none of this capping, you know something happened

To every single motherfucker out here went against me

Eventually, they come in appealing

This stuff is for real, this ain't something you deal with

Without paying money or losing somebody

Or both 'cause you chose to get tough with a killer

Back to the wall

Pushing shit back, put a bag on a ball

Sat with this crack, I was bagging a ball

They like, "Oh, is we gon' body bag 'em or nah?"

Back to the wall

Pushing shit back, put a bag on a ball

Sat with this crack, I was bagging a ball

They like, "Oh, is we gon' body bag 'em or nah?"

They like, "Oh, could you please put a bag on the ball?"

My bro told me he knows where he at with his mom

I'm gon' stab him tomorrow

Had my bro call like, "I'm trying to grab and I dragged this bitch on his face"

They don't take it, that cash I'll be on

You can pay me in work, you should bag up a jawn

And you know he gon' do it, you know how he moving

And homie is stupid, he practically gone

How could I not when it's beef on the table?

Now, in the street, any beef could be fatal

Brand new suppressor, don't need a potato

I pay a lil extra, they'll videotape it

They bagging you up while I'm bagging up raw

This pack what I trapped at the back of the store

Crack and the soft, they grabbing it all

They know that it's some 'bout a bag if I call

Back to the wall

Pushing shit back, put a bag on a ball

Sat with this crack, I was bagging a ball

They like, "Oh, is we gon' body bag 'em or nah?"

Back to the wall

Pushing shit back, put a bag on a ball

Sat with this crack, I was bagging a ball

They like, "Oh, is we gon' body bag 'em or nah?"

Written by: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell

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