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Yuttas
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Yuttas was released on August 6, 2020 by TOPLEFT / D.A.P. Entertainment / Boundless Expression as a part of the album Yuttas - Single
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Release DateAugust 6, 2020
LabelTOPLEFT / D.A.P. Entertainment / Boundless Expression
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Peck
Isaiah Peck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Peck
Isaiah Peck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KyleYouMadeThat
KyleYouMadeThat
Producer
Tyleon
Tyleon
Producer

Lyrics

Ha, Zaya!
Oh shit, almost tripped
Ha
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Run up on me
No you can’t see
You ain’t want no problems
All of these bands
Weigh down my pants
Can’t you see I got em
I got the gas
You don’t want smoke
Yeah, you know I got it
All of y’all be outta pocket
Mad cause I’m making this cake
Betty Crocket
Got two fits in your closet
All of y’all capping, that’s nonsense
Tryna keep up with me like a contest
In a different league cause I rhyme best
A.I. with the crossover
Step back, give a cold shoulder
Got ‘em talking backwards like they name “Yoda”
“Please I may sleep over”
I’m beating it up like piñatas
Stompin em out in my yuttas
Phone dead, need a charger
Werewolf, Taylor Lautner
Alfredo sauce on my pasta
I’m talking nonsense cause I wanna
On her knees so I’m taller
She be sweating like a sauna
Run up on me
No you can’t see
You ain’t want no problems
All of these bands
Weigh down my pants
Can’t you see I got em
I got the gas
You don’t want smoke
Yeah, you know I got it
All of y’all be outta pocket
Mad cause I’m making this cake
Betty Crocket
09 weezy, white tank top
She wanna lick this lollipop
Make him spin, hit a tone wop
We don’t dab we just vossi bop
Eat a jawbreaker or some old socks
I’m a hard knock, getcha jaw rocked
Next a collar pop, I don’t wanna talk
When I’m done this verse, that’s a mic drop
(Got on that)
Gucci cologne
I’m in my zone, stay on my toes
My Jordan’s ain’t lows, my wrist might be froze
Y’all doing the most, y’all heated it shows
Don’t make sense I make dolla’s
Blue check make her holla
In the lead so you follow
Three rounds make her swallow
Run up on me
No you can’t see
You ain’t want no problems
All of these bands
Weigh down my pants
Can’t you see I got em
I got the gas
You don’t want smoke
Yeah, you know I got it
All of y’all be outta pocket
Mad cause I’m making this cake
Betty Crocket
Written by: Isaiah Peck
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