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Stab Out
2,854
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stab Out was released on May 5, 2023 by Drumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE as a part of the album WON'T HE DO IT
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Release DateMay 5, 2023
LabelDrumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
Ransom
Ransom
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
Randy Nichols
Randy Nichols
Songwriter
Jayquawn Page
Jayquawn Page
Songwriter
Lloyd Brown II
Lloyd Brown II
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JR Swiftz
JR Swiftz
Producer
Demond Price
Demond Price
Executive Producer
rocky tran
rocky tran
Recording Engineer
Sonny "Carson" Tudeme
Sonny "Carson" Tudeme
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Jannique Heard
Jannique Heard
Creative Director

Lyrics

Yeah
Ah
Ah
Yeah
I wear the sombrero to see the plug, that Chad Ocho shit ('Migo)
Pollo dish, sippin' añejo, he throw more bricks
Yo, oh, shit, make a toast, we 'bout to go home rich (Toast)
One more flip, we ain't gon' have to sell no more bricks (I'm done after this)
I be havin' them **** salt soon as I throw on drip
That thirty K you tryna save, I'm 'bout to blow on kicks (Ha)
Poke out your chest all you want, but don't you throw no fists
That'll only get you some broke bones quick, I'm Bones Jones swift
And bro gon' flip, get on your ass and bro don't quit
I drop some shit and **** be like, "Bro don't miss" (This **** don't miss)
I'm as consistent a coke nose drip
I sent my young ho on those road trips (Huh?)
That's why I got her the rosе gold kit
And those stones hit
I bеt she had a broke ho sick (Ooh)
I tell her, "Be still," that ho gon' sit (Be still, bitch)
Ayo, reposado with lime, playin' baccarat in the talent club
I took one point five to the cashier to tally up (Talk to 'em)
Ayo, I don't know why these **** mad at us (Huh?)
I guess they didn't want this shit bad enough
Y'all ain't get in y'all bag enough (Get in your bag, pussy)
We stand on business, any issue **** had with us
We scorin' till they wave the white flag and sayin', "That's enough" (No mas)
We gon' smoke them **** and stab out
We gon' smoke them **** and stab out
We gon' smoke them **** and stab out
We gon' smoke them **** and stab out (Ayo, smoke them **** and let's stab out)
We swingin' hammers as hard as Thor
My shooters'll spin your block like revolvin' doors (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Involve the law, I send some carnivores from out of Baltimore
Furthermore, I see that it's art and whores that your heart adores
But we ain't into arts and crafts, we craftin' the art of war
Keep askin' to call 'em off (Come on)
Extended his hand and I almost tore it off
Expense for the grams, we gotta explore the cost (Uh-huh)
You in decent hands like a Hail Mary that's tossed to Moss (Touchdown)
Cross the boss, when pigs don't fly straight, they get often lost (We gone)
You ****'ll talk the talk
We bat up your legs so you can't walk the walk
And splatter your head so they can't chalk the corpse
Con, go and destroy the East (Yeah)
I'm gonna extort the North
Of course you soft, never got off the porch, and I'ma toss the torch (Nah)
Nah, I think I found somethin' (Where?)
Out of town, huntin' on this corner, **** call Zion 'cause three hundred pounds jumpin'
**** always claimin' king (Yeah?)
Until they get they crown sunken, rounds dumpin'
How you gon' score when you third down, puntin'?
Yeah, now **** know the repertoire
I was cookin' and cheffin' raw
Now I'm flyin' my chef abroad (Let's go)
Ten-acre village, chillin' in extra spots (Yes)
Came a long way from them weapons drawn
But still I'll put you six feet in dirt, **** best be warned (Doot, doot, doot)
Written by: Demond Price, Jayquawn Page, Randy Nichols
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