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DRoy
158
Hip-Hop/Rap
DRoy was released on April 22, 2025 by release.global as a part of the album Everyone Hates Dot
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Release DateApril 22, 2025
Labelrelease.global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Rucker
Miguel Rucker
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Bando go too crazy)
They was talkin’ on X, now Droy a float
Fatboy, Gio, that’s three in a row
Edot, headshot, **** a joke
**** Notti pushed up and went out by the poke
S3 did what? We flockin’ at Hounds
Tryna blitz with the Ripk, we not playin’ around
Spin wit’ two guns on that side, lay him down
**** spin, duck shots and he tall he a clown
Like oh my god, now we gettin’ heavy
Gio got shot, put a hole in his leggy
Smokin’ on Dayday, this shit got me deady
Like Dollaz, look, floor, heady
Dollaz got packed and y’all talkin’ on X
Hoodie up, braids down, tryna score like the Jets
Naz keep suckin’ my dick, man you next
DRoy, boppin’, tappin’ my chest
The F’s been on go, why y’all put us in tracks?
Up the hill they be bluffin’, fuck all the Makks
On the Ruff I was buggin’, troop wit’ no mask
Caught outta bounds with no G, that’s his ass
Oh he fuckin' wit' wokks? Then he can’t get a pass
Who that right there? He not F’s, gotta blast
Troopin’ through Davo, see Jodot that's gas
When I pop out the cut, yell out "F's", better dash
Oh he dropping my F? Better pick up his pace
Had to walk with a limp, the G burning my waist
When we troop to 64 get the fuck out the way
I told Shaggy to move, I need personal space
Wixk got scapped but he diss, how it feel?
I got active on multiple blocks, real spill
DRoy, burnin’ my chest, need to chill
They keep sayin’ bro name, had to spin just to heal
Every diss that we heard, we gotta make a spliff
They gon’ mention my name, when they see me they dip
On the Ruff three deep, they was tuckin’ that hit
Coulda sent him with Dayday, but he dipped
DRoy, dead, that’s the pack of the month
If she jackin’ the opps, then we packin’ her up
I can’t loaf in no party, I’m packin’ the gun
If they throw up the Makk, then this party is done
Tryna run up but you boxin’ the gun
Spent mad bread for this gun, are you dumb?
When I troop down the block, **** know how I get
Like how many Wokk's on that side is a vic?
Got the Trend in the front, for the pic
Like first one that front on my Trend gettin’ flicked
D&D, roll ‘em up, **** that’s pain
I can’t loaf on that block, I gotta let it bang
I can’t tell on my guys, I’m loyal to the gang
Since they mention bro name, I gotta let it rain
Adot on dick, he shoulda been a strain
Look what happened to Gio, his leg is in pain
Look what happened to Gio, his leg is in pain
Look what happened to Gio, his leg is in pain
Written by: Miguel Rucker
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