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Just Because
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Just Because was released on May 17, 2024 by Priority Records as a part of the album Shooting Star
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Release DateMay 17, 2024
LabelPriority Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BBG Steppaa
BBG Steppaa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Francis
Kenneth Francis
Composer
Lucas Sarudiansky
Lucas Sarudiansky
Composer
Andrew Green
Andrew Green
Composer
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Producer
@ayyolucas
@ayyolucas
Producer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mastering Engineer
Ayo Lucas
Ayo Lucas
Producer

Lyrics

Grrah, grrah
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch like just because (just because)
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch, like, just because
Like, 30 in my pants, it's kinda hard for me to tuck it (30), ay, ay
You run up on me (ay), I'ma bust it (ah)
Ay, I ain't got no time to waste, and I ain't got time for discussion (nah, nah)
We throwin' **** in a Russian, you survive it, you'll be lucky (lucky)
Ay, all them blood **** gon' die (nah, nah), he bangin' fives, then we gon' flush 'em
And already his brother in the sky, it's kinda hard for him to touch him (go)
I walk 'em down with this new fire, I got this shit from my lil' cousin
That boy a bluffer, he ain't have his 9 (he lame), so why he steady clutchin'?
Go and get your money up if you tryna beef, **** (****, huh?)
How you tryna beef with us, and you ain't got no heat, ****? (No gun)
Or no breesh, ****? (Like, how?) you tryna leech **** (how?)
Man, wrap his life up, throw that **** in a sheet, kill him (damn)
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch like just because (just because)
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch, like, just because
Like, take all my ****, help 'em make it out (make it out)
Said he a killer, I said, "We could still be drillin' ****, just gotta take the paper route"
And the opps ain't got no chicken, you put 50 on his biscuit, **** get him
Really ten, but that's some shit you take they mayor out with
You a bitch, it ain't no way around it (it ain't no way around it)
Like, I stay gripped, ****, you stay without it (grrah)
Like, up from the hip, ****, he play, I'll down him (bah)
I got some shit flipped, what it hit and e'rything around it
That gang life, he ain't ready to die for it (nah)
Oh, that's ya mans, right? He ain't ready to slide for ya
Bro was dissin', now his ass in the sky for it (he in the sky)
I'm never slippin', where he at? Just show me my opponent
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch like just because (just because)
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump (grrah, I'ma dump)
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered (slaughtered) in this bitch, like, just because
I'ma gun 'em down, this 40 caliber gon' rock a **** (rock his ass)
Buddy ass a clown, I won't respond, I'ma just drop the **** (drop his ass)
Then go fly up outta town knowin' I just shot the **** (shot)
Like, in my city, I'm poppin', ****, somethin' like the hottest, **** (the hottest)
Like, steppin' on these **** necks, give they ass a brace
On the guys, **** like on the set (like, why? Why?)
The fuck happened? Like, that **** died quickly, like, did he check?
Yup, his ass erased (his ass dead)
That's another dead five up in my blunt, he got me laced (got five)
Glizzy on me, run up on me, I'ma dump
Shit that's on me, fuck around and stop a truck
Ay, fuck that 9, you got a .40 in this bitch, then hold it up
Cross that line, you gon' get slaughtered in this bitch, like, just because
Written by: Andrew Green, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Kenneth Francis, Lucas Sarudiansky
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