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Suck Sumthin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Suck Sumthin è stato pubblicato il 30 maggio 2025 da Encore Recordings come parte dell'album Don't Trust Me
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Data di uscita30 maggio 2025
EtichettaEncore Recordings
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EBK Jaaybo
EBK Jaaybo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaymani Gorman
Jaymani Gorman
Songwriter
Quaron Arnold
Quaron Arnold
Songwriter
Nicolás Agustin Maturano
Nicolás Agustin Maturano
Songwriter
antonio smith
antonio smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yvnng Ecko
Yvnng Ecko
Producer
prod.by.madmat
prod.by.madmat
Producer
Produced By Kiio
Produced By Kiio
Producer
Jordan McDuffie
Jordan McDuffie
Recording Engineer
Tyler Chase
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
ProdByMadmat
ProdByMadmat
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
Aye, G block ****, ****
Fuck your dead homies, ****
Popped your brother, ****
****
Aye, aye, look, aye, aye, aye
[Chorus]
Freak bitch, she tryna suck sumthin'
Pulled up to the penthouse, told her don't touch nothing
Fully switch on my hip, I just love buttons
Ah, ain't in load unless lil' squeeze in it
Bounced out with like five homies but ain't need ****
A real shooter on them drills, I just see different
My lil' **** snatching Kias with no keys in 'em
Yanked up on him, got the job done
Left their store with twenty shots, they knew I popped something
Dropped that low on a bitch ****, he did not come
That **** said the boogieman name, I popped up
Hopped out low, gave him six shots, he a drunk driver
Got hella skitz on they block Js, I love sliding
Couple of they homies died, they cried and said, "Fuck violence"
Pop a perc and start tweaking, don't leave no guns by him
Can't argue 'bout no hoe, let's argue ''bout who popped the most ****
[Verse 1]
Bro think he got the most bs, let's take a vote, ****
Drop skeezy even when I go to sleep, it's really funk, ****
A stepper I ain't in that load if it ain't donks in it
Can't argue with no **** that's a victim of a violent crime
The homies call me Draks but I keep fully most the times I slide
Stood over cuz, gave him the devil's number
Gz, I'm on that type of time, know they ain't outside but I'm just riding by
Go get that back in blood, eye for a eye
G block
[Chorus]
Freak bitch, she tryna suck sumthin'
Pulled up to the penthouse, told her don't touch nothing
Fully switch on my hip, I just love buttons
Ah, ain't in load unless lil' squeeze in it
Bounced out with like five homies but ain't need ****
A real shooter on them drills, I just see different
My lil' **** snatching Kias with no keys in 'em
Yanked up on him, got the job done
Left their store with twenty shots, they knew I popped something
Dropped that low on a bitch ****, he did not come
That **** said the boogieman name, I popped up
Hopped out low, gave him six shots, he a drunk driver
Got hella skitz on they block Js, I love sliding
Couple of they homies died, they cried and said, "Fuck violence"
Pop a perc and start tweaking, don't leave no guns by him
Can't argue 'bout no hoe, let's argue about who popped the most ****
[Outro]
Can't argue 'bout no hoe, let's argue about who popped the most ****
Written by: Jaymani Gorman, Nicolás Agustin Maturano, Quaron Arnold, antonio smith
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