D.A.B – Cellz Grammz: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

D.A.B

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór D.A.B został wydany 28 lutego 2026 przez RETURN OF THE CLAN ENTERTAINMENT jako część albumu CELLY

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumCELLY

Data wydania28 lutego 2026

WytwórniaRETURN OF THE CLAN ENTERTAINMENT

LanguageEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM77

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cellz Grammz

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lacells Hermitt

Lacells Hermitt

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

RETURN OF THE CLAN ENTERTAINMENT

RETURN OF THE CLAN ENTERTAINMENT

Executive Producer

Tekst Utworu

Yeah

Rappers they mad

I smoke em on wax

Look at my D.A.B

Watch for the hook

Don't look at my jab

Rappers they mad (rappers they mad)

I smoke em on wax (I smoke em on wax)

Look at my D.A.B (look at my D.A.B)

Stay in the cut (stay in the cut)

Just like a scab (just like a scab)

Pops a crook (pops is a crook)

Don't look at my dad (dad dad)

Last **** tried (last **** tried)

He caught it bad (bad, bad)

Shoes cost a band priorities screwed

If you caught a cab

Fly young ****

When I get undressed

I be waiting to land

Came a long way from weighin' grams (weighin' the grams)

Syke I lied

Scale stay in my hand

Back when I was broke

I stayed with the plan

Straight to the bands

Permanent tan

Like I stay in the sand (sand, sand)

Sacrifices

I stay with the lamb

Same **** hating be shakin' my hand

She got a man

Said we not fuckin

She naked again (naked again)

Wait til she put on her clothes and

Tell her let's break up as friends

Benefit how

If it ain't makin' no ends

Unless the pussy a ten

She say I act like I'm ten

Argue some more

Later we fuckin' again (we fuckin' again)

It always feel wetter whenever we makin' amends (splash)

I used to look at my bank

Now I ain't have nothin' to spend (nah)

Now I just run up a check

Like fuck it

It's nothin' to spend

Fuck it

It's nothin' to spend

Return the shots

Like fuck it

It's nothin' to send

Fuck it it's nothin' to send

Return the block

If he ain't dead

Fuck it

We dumpin' again (do do do do)

Enemies close

That's why I pray for my friends

Nah I ain't takin' no shorts ya connect better weigh it again

Yeah I be talkin' that talk

Real **** like say that again

Bitches like

Give me a son

Whenever I play with the pen

Killers like

Give me a gun

Christians is sayin' amen

**** buck fifty your face

Your son gon' stay with a grin

Can tell that he black if you judgin' the shade of his skin (shade of his skin)

Lyrics ain't dead if you judgin the weight of his pen

Weight of his pen

Bet them hoes that curved me won't play me again

Play me again

She poppin' out babies again

Shoppin' at Macy's again

She went to DR her body is wavy again

Sheesh

Never let her play me again (nah)

Sheesh

Uh

I might let her play me again

Uh

Rappers they mad

I smoke em on wax

Look at my D.A.B (look at my D.A.B)

Rappers they mad

I smoke em on wax

Look at my D.A.B (look at my D.A.B)

Rappers they mad

I smoke em on wax

Look at my D.A.B (look at my D.A.B)

Watch for the hook (watch for the hook)

Don't look at my jab (don't look at my, jab)

This ain't a scam

You tryna make bands

I need your account

I call when it lands (I'll call when it land)

This ain't a date

You tryna make plans

How bout the couch first

Take it for your pants

Eat you alive

I silence the lambs

Hello Clarice

I am the man

Die where you stand

I might catch a flight to Japan (ahhhh)

Damn (damn)

She thought I was wack

Now she a fan

I just wanna fuck

I'm not tryna dance

Rope round my neck

Return of the clan (sheesh)

Young son of Sam

Submerged in a land

Where they lurk in sedan

Burner in hand

Kidnapped your wife

Returned you then van

Engine still on sis

Never heard from again (sis never heard from again)

Damn

Run over your son in case he survive

Reverse the sedan (reverse the sedan)

Disperse second hand-smoke from the can

Supposed to kill you

But murdered your mans (sheesh)

2013 got caught in a jam

Didn't learn shit

Bought some more grams

Oh this your jam

Arch that ass back

And twerk for the gram (twerk for the gram)

Rappers they mad

I smoke em on wax (I smoke em on wax)

Look at my D.A.B (look at my D.A.B)

Stay in the cut (stay in the cut)

Just like a scab (just like a scab)

Pops a crook (pops was a crook)

Don't look at my dad (don't look him up)

Last **** tried (last **** tried)

He caught it bad (bad, bad)

Written by: Lacells Hermitt

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