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Rottweiler
5,060
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rottweiler was released on November 8, 2024 by Artist Partner Group as a part of the album ANIMALS ONLY (ICE COLD)
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Release DateNovember 8, 2024
LabelArtist Partner Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyChiefDoit
BabyChiefDoit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Lyrics
Layne Kelder
Layne Kelder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
99LA
99LA
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, this what I'm gonna do
Alrighty, I'm ready
Ay, ay, ay, big BabyChiefDoit, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, slatt)
**** know what the fuck goin' on, I'm slime, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, slatt)
(Yeah, yeah, 26-12 shit, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
I say, I want that nugget, I want that head
I was the littlest one, but the first one to inhale the smoke, you **** were scared
I ain't gon' argue with you 'bout nothin' ('bout nada)
I don't give a fuck 'bout what a **** said
'Cause I leave the pipe in the striker, I'm feelin' like Mike
I'll beat shit down a **** leg (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Know I'ma do what the fuck I want, you **** gon' do what the fuck y'all can
I do not like you **** right now, for damn sure, we ain't like y'all back then
I'm finna cop me a new 2-6, in a week, y'all better go check on your kin (brr, brr, brr)
I do not want new friends, ****, I am a one-man band (fuck y'all)
I do not fuck with you, you, or you, matter of fact, fuck all y'all
Everybody better get the fuck down when I walk in the room
I'ma make them all fall (baow-baow-baow, baow-baow-baow, baow-baow-baow)
How the hell you say he took, but you ain't never? You slimin' all wrong (you ain't slatt for real)
Shootin' his shorty ass looks, she on my team, yes, I ball hog (I need that, come here, baby)
Dog ass hotboxin' the car, why it smell like death? Can't see shit through the fog
When all you **** were scared to blow y'all heat, I was the one they'd call
When all you **** were scared to jump in the beef, I was the only frog
The way Buckz doggin' the 'cat, we ain't makin' it back (ribbit, ribbit)
Need to put him on suicide watch (ribbit, ribbit)
All you hatin'-ass, bitch-ass **** need to get the fuck off my dick
I'm BabyChiefDoit, Mr. President, Mr. Monkey Man, Junky Man, all that gang shit
**** know what the fuck goin' on
I ain't no regular rapper, I'm a superhero
I say, we don't bleed, we make shit bleed, you **** be bitches, ain't strikin' no fear in me
I don't need no crowd when I pop out, I'm secure, I don't need no security (bitch)
I'm not a rapper, I really make shit sing, I don't really give a fuck 'bout rap (I'll kill you)
I get paid to hop on beats and run my mouth, you **** not hearin' me
I should've listened to bro, my head fucked up, I was better off goin' to therapy
I used to hang with him, now if I catch him, I'm hangin' him
All you **** dead is dead to me (killin' your ass)
Don't get it twisted, I still be tryna suit up, what the fuck? I am not no celebrity (bitch)
Never gon' change and don't you forget that shit
I'm forever gon' roll off ecstasy (that molly 'Wood)
You **** been makin' me mad, y'all live y'all life so sad (so weak)
You think your crowd so solid, whole time, need to cut your grass (slime)
Lil' bronem get on ass (uh-huh), don't know what the fuck is a pass (what the fuck?)
When 'cause 'nem get that call, they grab they guns, they keys, they pads
Bitch, my shorties are real quick to suit up
Real quick to pop X, real quick to boot up, brrat
Real
Written by: Jayden Whittier-Jones, Layne Kelder
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