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Do sum safe
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Do sum safe adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Glo tarafından 5 Haziran 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıDark Stereo
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Çıkış Tarihi5 Haziran 2026
FirmaGlo
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM69

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glo
Glo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashod Smith
Rashod Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glo
Glo
Producer

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My baby, look at the man, he's up
Boop-boop-boop-boop
She suck the dick up, like she wanna fix it (Woah)
I'm on the road (Let's go), that's my momma, I miss her (Okay)
She throw that ass, damn (Let's go), I thought she was Christian (Yeah)
Snakes in the grass, I won't stop 'til they're hissin' (Blatt, blatt)
Fuck all that talkin', let's buck with the dissin' (Yeah)
And if you havin' that, number one trickin' (Let's go)
Double XL, I just doubled some chicken (Yeah)
I'm tryna put some new opps on the pendant (Boop-boop)
Bitch, you wan' fuck on me? Bitch, we can kick it (Yeah)
Less of the talkin', and more of the lickin' (On God, yeah)
Percocet, I took like four of them bitches (Yeah)
Pussy-ass boy can't afford none of these riches (Yeah, okay)
She eat the dick, like she tryna eat me dickless (Yeah)
Movin' the dope up with both of my wrists (My wrists)
Cake up my neck, I can't have no ho, no kisses (Uh-huh)
In the front, drop me a tab, ain't no misses (Let's go)
I pull up on that lil' bitch, like, "Hey, misses" (Okay)
This lil ho' got on some net like she fishin' (Okay)
Fuckin' these thots, I swear I'm too efficient (Okay)
And fuck all that rat shit, boy, come stand on business (On business, brrt)
I got some smoke for some **** who say they gon' kill us, but not really, not what they say (Yeah)
**** be Internet typers, he hoppin' on striker, he's actually way behind Che (Okay, brrt)
Pull your bag, get out the motherfuckin' way, yeah (Yeah)
Go and go do somethin' safe, yeah (Go do it)
Go put some in the bank, yeah (Go do that)
For he come leave somethin' stank, yeah (Yeah)
Bitch, I've been sippin' on paint, yeah (On paint)
Fuckin' it, uppin' my rank, yeah (Yeah)
7.62s, ain't no blanks, yeah (Brrt)
.223s sounds like a tank (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
She suck the dick up, like she wanna fix it (Woah)
I'm on the road (Let's go), that's my momma, I miss her (Okay)
She throw that ass, damn (Let's go), I thought she was Christian (Yeah)
Snakes in the grass, I won't stop 'til they're hissin' (Blatt, blatt)
Fuck all that talkin', let's buck with the dissin' (Yeah)
And if you havin' that, number one trickin' (Let's go)
Double XL, I just doubled some chicken (Yeah)
I'm tryna put some new opps on the pendant (Boop-boop)
Bitch, you wan' fuck on me? Bitch, we can kick it (Yeah)
Less of the talkin', and more of the lickin' (On God, yeah)
Percocet, I took like four of them bitches (Yeah)
Pussy-ass boy can't afford none of these riches (Yeah, okay)
She eat the dick, like she tryna eat me dickless (Yeah)
Movin' the dope up with both of my wrists (My wrists)
Cake up my neck, I can't have no ho, no kisses (Uh-huh)
In the front, drop me a tab, ain't no misses (Let's go)
I pull up on that lil' bitch, like, "Hey, misses" (Okay)
This lil ho' got on some net like she fishin' (Okay)
Fuckin' these thots, I swear I'm too efficient (Okay)
And fuck all that rat shit, boy, come stand on business (On business, brrt)
I got some smoke for some **** who say they gon' kill us, but not really, not what they say (Yeah)
**** be Internet typers, he hoppin' on striker, he's actually way behind Che (Okay, brrt)
Pull your bag, get out the motherfuckin' way, yeah (Yeah)
Go and go do somethin' safe, yeah (Go do it)
Go put some in the bank, yeah (Go do that)
For he come leave somethin' stank, yeah (Yeah)
Bitch, I've been sippin' on paint, yeah (On paint)
Fuckin' it, uppin' my rank, yeah (Yeah)
7.62s, ain't no blanks, yeah (Brrt)
.223s sounds like a tank
Written by: Rashod Smith
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