BTA - T5IVE: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

BTA

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BTA adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Smaxk Music tarafından 20 Haziran 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıWho Is T5IVE

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümWho Is T5IVE

Çıkış Tarihi20 Haziran 2025

FirmaSmaxk Music

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM77

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

T5IVE

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Timardre Johnson

Timardre Johnson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Blakkbeats

Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Hot boy, black forces, shiesty and a switch

Grab fournick krissvec the clip, turn the pistol to a stick

Imate grab a piece of metal, turn it right into a blick

That pussy jump from off his porch and land it right into a ditch

Full of dirt, bitch, this that casket of music

Go crank a car, go pop a window, this that traffic music

I'm tryna crack a ****'s skull, ain just rapping music

Put his brain flat on the curb, if he actin' stupid

Who Tryna get into it, bro pass me the ball

I'm tryna slam this bitch like I'm Patrick Ewing

He got that chopper in his story, guess his ass gon' have to shoot it

So you got life insurance well call his mama, she gon' have to use it

Buddy he a shrimp, act raw as fuck

Fry em like some Sushi, 60k dead body

Pull up if it's all there

Pistol like a slugger, bullets knock em out his ballcaps

Sometimes I just wanna say, fuck it and get em all clapped

But I don't trust these phones to send a hit, these bitches all tapped

Bell University, free lil blaze, he the professor

First lesson and go against the shit, you slide out in on the scratcher

Catch a car, cruisin' down the eway, hope shawty with Progressive

For his life and his vehicle, ****, die for all that pressure

I blow my breath and catch a hat, this shit ain't nothin' new to me

We get active, ****, rappin' bout who they used to be

We still smackin' shit, we don't brag bout plates, what we used to eat

When sowed put in the order, watch me pop off like I'm Uber Eats

How many bitches waiting on me? Least like two or three

How many hoes I need? Shiddd The minimum, is two at least

These hollow tips blow up his body, like we dipped em in some yeast

These fullys start to popping, like the chopper got dipped in some grease

HotBoy, 95 AirMax on, I'm talkin' to him

Came from up the road, boy, you know we tax holme

You want the whole thing? Hit me on the black phone

Hood ****, hot, Cheeto what I snack on

Written by: Timardre Johnson

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