CBFW - Fox BD & Bally Baby: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Fox BD & Bally Baby

CBFW

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Hip-Hop/Rap

CBFW adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Foxes Only LLC tarafından 29 Ocak 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıSuxh An A*****e

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Geçtiğimiz 7 Gün

00:10 - 00:15

CBFW geçen hafta yaklaşık 10 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fox BD

Vocals

Bally Baby

Vocals

Mike Gotti

Programming

Jay-Way

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cavin Paige

Songwriter

Mike Gotti

Songwriter

Zamar Johnson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mike Gotti

Producer

Brandon Peralta

Brandon Peralta

Mastering Engineer

Beckett Asher Levine

Beckett Asher Levine

Mixing Engineer

Jay-Way

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

Vroom (Mike Gotti, this shit stupid)

(Turn me up, Jayway)

BD, mm

Mm, mm, mm

Mm

[Chorus]

In today's time, the trappers got bougie, look like they done went to college

Sandwich bag, backpack, what I was totin', ain't layin' down 'til tomorrow

Granny caught me red-handed puttin' the cup on the scale, told her I'm sorry

How the fuck you got an attitude with me 'cause you owe me? Shouldn't have asked me to borrow it

[Verse 1]

One foot in the trap, don't go for the hype, this rap shit worse than wrestlin'

Comin' 'cross that bridge, don't slide on Jackson, we both backroad, we active

****, your plug ain't never pulled up on you with weed in the Pamper (Trill)

****, your server ain't never snort a line in front of you and got to dancin' (I don't see B)

I lost sleep 'bout this shit, you can't compare a trapper to a scammer (No respect)

How much shit I talk, can't let 'em catch me without my pants (Shh)

Million-dollar operation, he ran off with the zip thinkin' for the moment (Hahaha)

I wanted to smack that boy bad, principal turned his ass to a mummy (Frrt)

You wanna last longer, pussy? Take a Percocet instead of honey (Tellin' you)

Thought the bitch was carryin' my baby, wasn't mine, had lil' brother switch up Tommy

Hoes come around, he actin' funny, me and Bally up dog shit, call the plummy

Play with me one time, give you a warnin', we both junkies, this is how we bondin' (Drank)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, that shit, I could start off killer (Okay), **** ain't even worth a rack

I got racks from trips and rentals (Yeah), I got racks from takin' risks (What else?)

**** still tryna get a firm

Bitch talkin' 'bout she proud of me (Uh-uh), still wouldn't buy her Saint Laurent (Let's go)

I ran through a thousand scales (Yeah), swing the door, I'm right on Jackson (That way)

I been had a thousand of 'em (Yeah) way before I started rappin' (Okay, cool)

Got two-fifty for a tape (Yeah), still gon' trap out public housin' (Public housin')

Still gon' work my phone for a package (Yeah), shoebox, don't need no accountant (Don't need no— yeah)

Yeah, I'm tryna spike her Sprite with Quagen, I can't help but pour it up (Ha)

I fuck 'round, give up the beat (Give up the—) 'fore I give up double cup (The double cup)

Sixteen ounces in a pint, bet it don't get fresh, it's fresh as fuck (It's fresh as fuck)

Shit ain't happen overnight (Yeah), **** thought this shit was luck (Yeah)

**** thought the kid was fed (On God)

He got lost up in his camera roll tryna keep an image (Stupid)

Don't give a fuck 'bout what y'all think, I don't think 'bout nothin' but Benjis (Think 'bout nothin' but Benjis)

Still hit the highway for them commas, tryna dodge a sentence

Yeah, okay

[Chorus]

In today's time, the trappers got bougie, look like they done went to college

Sandwich bag, backpack, what I was totin', ain't layin' down 'til tomorrow

Granny caught me red-handed puttin' the cup on the scale, told her I'm sorry

How the fuck you got an attitude with me 'cause you owe me? Shouldn't have asked me to borrow it

[Outro]

I ran through a thousand scales, swing the door, I'm right on Jackson

I been had a thousand of 'em way before I started rappin'

Got two fifty for a tape, still gon' trap out public housin'

Still gon' work my phone for a pape', shoot by stone, need no accountin'

Written by: Cavin Paige, Mike Gotti, Zamar Johnson

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