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Sidekick Shawty
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sidekick Shawty was released on May 30, 2025 by TREESH GANG as a part of the album Hell Was Boring
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
LabelTREESH GANG
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Engineer

Lyrics

Grah, gang, ugh
I wish everyday would feel like this
Fuck a iPhone, I might go get a sidekick
This bitch kinda crazy for real but I like it
She play with black magic for real she a psychic
I'm finna blow like a bomb when the time tick
If it's time on the clock, no time outs, I'mma spike it
Don't tell me I'm crazy, 'cause I know how I get
You wanna meet God, then I'll send you, be my guest
That molly water, got me out of my mind
I'mma re-align her, put my dick in her spine
I've been patient for years but I know that it's time
I'mma kill you 'fore I let you take it, it's mine
My bitch so bad I might give her a fine
I don't know if I love you, let's give it some time
Don't pray for me, nah for real, I'll be fine
I'm more sick than the devil when he in his prime
I'm the Reaper, I'll show you how death really feel
Think it's sweet in the field and get popped like a pill
Feel like Zy in this bitch, better cook or get grilled
This bitch all on my dick 'cause I got sex appeal
She like how I eat the cat up like a meal
Your plug ain't like mine 'cause my molly be real
Don't tell me no lie, just tell me how you feel
Wanna ball but he hurt all the time, Bradley Beal
And I wish everyday would feel like this
Fuck a iPhone, I might go get a sidekick
This bitch kinda crazy for real but I like it
She play with black magic for real she a psychic
I'm finna blow like a bomb when the time tick
If it's time on the clock, no time outs, I'mma spike it
Don't tell me I'm crazy, 'cause I know how I get
You wanna meet God, then I'll send you, be my guest
If I'm tired, pop addy, the fuck is a nap?
I'm in hell all alone, where the fuck **** at?
Graduated from college, but ain't go to class
Ain't gon' lie, I was probably somewhere in the trap
Don't think that I ran it up? You do the math
I might bless that lil bitch like a preacher in mass
Ain't gon' lie how I fuck her, she gon' get attached
If she think she a demon, then she met her match
And one thing that I think 'bout too much is the past
You don't know how I feel, I don't know why you ask
That ain't no home that you built if it's glass
Hope you know it ain't green on that side of the grass
Heard the devil wears Prada and my lil bitch rock it
You kicked me out the picture when I let you crop it
I do too much and you say I should stop it
You say one of these days I'mma be in a coffin
And I wish everyday would feel like this
Fuck a iPhone, I might go get a sidekick
This bitch kinda crazy for real but I like it
She play with black magic for real she a psychic
Written by: Ryan Oke
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