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DADE COUNTY
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Hip-Hop/Rap
DADE COUNTY was released on April 4, 2025 by Z-Tec Records as a part of the album DADE COUNTY - Single
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
LabelZ-Tec Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Tec
Z-Tec
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Franco Zelaya
Franco Zelaya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z-Tec
Z-Tec
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dade County, yeah we comin' dripped out the whip
Dade County, yeah we keep it hunnit, never slip
Makin' hits, drop another banger on this bitch
You was it, but now I'm 'bout to flip the fuckin' switch (aye)
I swear on everything, I pop a verse, they say I'm him
I'm toastin' up with Alban on the multi-milli dollar film
Varante hit me up, he said he need a killa track
I said that's sweet, that's hella neat
But I'ma need some hella racks
As you can see, I'm international
You can fact-check
On my momma, I'm an animal
And that's a rich flex
Eat these rappers like I'm cannibal
And that's some weak flesh
Gotta hit you with "I gotta go"
And hop on the jet
Dade County, yeah we comin' dripped out the whip
Dade County, yeah we keep it hunnit, never slip
Makin' hits, drop another banger on this bitch
You was it, but now I'm 'bout to flip the fuckin' switch (check it)
I hit the kill switch on this jit
Vocal cords are slit
Timepiece on your wrist, ain't it
Not legit, it's counterfeit
I'm sick and tired of this
Every time they shoot, y'all miss
So you know I gotta flip that mothafuckin' switch
(Gotta flip that mothafuckin' switch, you feel me)
(Take my respect and cash the check, waddup)
(Aye, run this shit back, doe)
Clock tickin' down but I'm revvin' up, watch the shift
Went ghost for a second, now I'm back, make 'em sick
Pen's bleedin' on the page like a razor to the wrist
Scope locked in—one shot, (ha) never miss
Crosshair steady, pressure heavy, spine start to twist
Calculated moves, every bar, you 'boutta up the risk
Heartbeat blacker than my tints, say I'm cold, I pop a mint
They say I'm dope and I feel that shit, crazy flows, yeah I'm on that tip
Tunnel vision, locked in, I don't flinch and I don't bend
If it's smoke, I'm oxygen—feed the fire, let it end
Wrote my name in hieroglyph, left a mark, I made a dent
Legacy's been chiseled in, stone set in print
Dade County, yeah we comin' dripped out the whip (out the whip)
Dade County, yeah we keep it hunnit, never slip (we never slip)
Makin' hits, drop another banger on this bitch (on this bitch)
You was it, but now I'm 'bout to flip the fuckin' switch
I'm spillin' while I'm sippin', gettin' litty off the Don
Julio like Yu-Gi-Oh, I got the Blue Eyes in the palm
Of my hands, I'll make you dance, I'll turn an opp into a fan
Play my hand, no sleight of chance, 'cause every move is pre-advanced
(Aye, y'all know we stay on that Dade County shit)
(On that Only in Dade type shit, you feel me, ha)
(Yo East Coast, waddup)
(Let's go)
Reppin' Dade County, yeah we make the wave when we slide
Parked Lamb on Ocean Drive, we the sharks in the tide
Whole squad movin' like we schemin' on a heist
And we peep the green light
3, 2, 1—LET'S RIDE
No red lights, fuck the drama, keep my 9 on sight
If it's pressure, then we got it
We don't talk, we won't even type
Pull up to your coffin like, "Yeah, that was him, aight"
This ain't Call of Duty, you can't skrrt on the second life
Golds grindin', diamonds slipped, shit hurt my jaw
Threw my chips on the table, yeah I had to risk it all
Game dealt a crooked hand, so fuck it, I had to make the call
They want the rap gems—not a little, I want 'em all
Dade County, yeah we comin' dripped out the whip (out the whip)
Dade County, yeah we keep it hunnit, never slip (we never slip)
Makin' hits, drop another banger on this bitch (on this bitch)
You was it, but now I'm 'bout to flip the fuckin' switch (woah)
I'm him, that's me, I'm streamin' on TV
My music's hella clean
Yo music got STDs
So don't touch me, please
Cause I got OCD
Meanin' all my tracks are golden
That's why I'm the G.O.A.T
(I'm the mothafuckin' GOAT)
(Got me slittin' rappers' throats)
(Tec got it on lock, fo sho)
G.O.A.T
Dade County, 305's where you find me
G.O.A.T
Z-Tec got the crown—come and find me
Written by: Franco Zelaya
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