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WitThaDub
Hip-Hop/Rap
WitThaDub was released on May 24, 2025 by WNB Records as a part of the album WitThaDub - Single
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Release DateMay 24, 2025
LabelWNB Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM184

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Reyes
Brandon Reyes
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Reyes
Brandon Reyes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WNB
WNB
Producer

Lyrics

Wnb shit
Ah Ah
FourmyRillas
Aye, bitch I'm with the dub so I'm getting fried
Every time we outside it's like they go and hide
Aye, know you love that bitch, had her bust it wide
I ain't running from no fade, I want a homicide
Headshot, what we shooting, he ain't getting up
You could tell by his face, he knew that he was fucked
Aye, CA hate the dope so he pourin up
Aye, - up in my wood I be rolling up
First shot hit his leg they made him hop around
Next shot hit his head they made him touch the ground
Heard he speaking on the rillas, I don't hear a sound
Don't ask Mio to get violent, cause I know he down
Aye, all that screaming gang, but we know he not
All my dawgs went to school, I'm out here playing doc
Said my Brodie hit yo crib? He just talk a lot
I ain't saying that he did it, he jus dumped the-(aye)
Think I'm tripping in this bitch, pack got me lazy
I been tryna keep my distance, cause they moving shady
Might of known me back then, you don't know me lately
CA said he fuck with Stax, is he fucking crazy?
Ooh, tell my younging chill, he be tryna slide
Tell that that bitch that I'm for real, bet she know I'm lying
Aye, tryna stack a mil for every tear we cried
Aye grown men don't go missing, bro yo homie died (Ah Ha)
Aye, bitch I'm with the dub so I'm getting fried
Every time we outside it's like they go and hide
Aye, know you love that bitch, had her bust it wide
I ain't running from no fade, I want a homicide
Headshot, what we shooting, he ain't getting up
You could tell by his face, he knew that he was fucked
Aye, CA hate the dope so he pourin up
Aye, - up in my wood I be rolling up
I can't smoke it if he ain't cause it don't hit the same
When I say"I need my drugs" I ain't got no shame
Had to dirty up a scale before I got my name
And my cup look like a badge when it's hall of fame
Aye, hit him from a distance, all he seen was beams
Bro gon' sell if you got it, ain't no in-betweens
Tryna make himself a king, he like Bobby Green
And that bitch you call your queen, bro done turned to Fein
I been sliding in this bitch, tryna make a move
Do my step in this bitch, I'm tryna catch a groove
Aye, trust him with a stick, he got nothing to lose
Aye, bitch gon' suck my dick like she got sum to prove
Aye, go inside you pocket if you watching mine
Last one to pump fake, he ended up dying
Aye, Brodie said it's beef, ain't tryna bust a rhyme
Fuck that, we tryna spin and go and bust a nine
Aye, bitch I'm with the dub so I'm getting fried
Every time we outside it's like they go and hide
Aye, know you love that bitch, had her bust it wide
I ain't running from no fade, I want a homicide
Headshot, what we shooting, he ain't getting up
You could tell by his face, he knew that he was fucked
Aye, CA hate the dope so he pourin up
Aye, - up in my wood I be rolling up
Written by: Brandon Reyes
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