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Y U DO DAT
6.705
Hip-Hop/Rap
Y U DO DAT foi lançado em 6 de agosto de 2025 por Santa Anna como parte do álbum I Live, I Die, I Live Again (Resurrected)
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Data de lançamento6 de agosto de 2025
SeloSanta Anna
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM152

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David Meiners
David Meiners
Composição
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Letra
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Bugg
Bugg
Produção
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Engenharia (mixagem)
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Engenharia (áudio imersivo)

Letra

[Intro]
No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up
**** know I'm not to fuck with
Feelin' like I have to balance this shit, bein' a rapper and still clappin'
Know what I'm sayin'? Shh, keep that quiet
[Instrumental]
(Grrt, grrt)
[Chorus]
No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up
He claim he got bodies, oh Lord, we put shit way under the floor
No pencil, no pad in my bookbag, I was holdin' the Drac', for sure
Realest **** on Earth, if I go to Hell, I'll fuck around, break the floor
But if I go to Heaven, I'm makin' it rain, unlimited Dracs galore
Wanna be, my heart racin' for it, you ain't in school, what you chasin' for?
Missin' most of the drank, I said I was done and fucked around, poured up a four
He ain't see us come out of that gangway, he should've hopped over the gate some more
[Verse 1]
My heart racin' for it, millions of dollars, it's racin' for it
**** get signed every day in the 'Raq, ****, I made the payment for it (****)
Step back, step back, step back, James Harden, I had to game them boys
Uh, getaway, getaway, getaway, ten-speed, I switch lane them boys
(Fuckin' cap back)
Gunshots lit off in the 'Raq every day, lil' ****, you ain't made no noise (Cap off, take your fuckin' cap off, please)
Right hand on my chest, can't get up on me, if you do, I paid you for it (Grrt, grrt)
Shorty don't give a fuck about nothin', see an opp, he'll walk him down in some new Diors
Left 'em down like bunk beds, I got rich at eighteen, I'm not poor (Poor)
We want 'em to show it, I don't even sip no lean, but fuck it, Tussed up
Hit a **** block in a Q50, we see a **** frontline, they shit get tore up (Take your fuckin' caps off)
[Chorus]
No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up
He claim he got bodies, oh Lord, we put shit way under the floor
No pencil, no pad in my bookbag, I was holdin' the Drac', for sure
Realest **** on Earth, if I go to Hell, I'll fuck around, break the floor
But if I go to Heaven, I'm makin' it rain, unlimited Dracs galore (Dracs)
Wanna be, my heart racin' for it, you ain't in school, what you chasin' for?
Missin' most of the drank, I said I was done and fucked around, poured up a four
He ain't see us come out of that gangway, he should've hopped over the gate some more (Chasin' for)
[Outro]
Fuck you chasin' for?
My heart racin' for it
My heart racin' for it
****, fuck is you chasin' for?
Written by: Charles Davis, David Meiners
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