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WYTB
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Hip-Hop/Rap
WYTB was released on June 20, 2025 by Serve as a part of the album HIdden Gem
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Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelServe
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rizzy Rackz
Rizzy Rackz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaNard Potts
LaNard Potts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TR 808
TR 808
Producer

Lyrics

What ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Call me the king of the trap(What ya talkin bout)
When I step in the spot then they know what it is(Hell ya talkin bout)
I don't wanna hear all that shit that you flexing and snatching(Fuck ya talkin bout)
When **** you aint even gotta crib(Hell ya talkin bout)
I can pull up on yo mama yo sister yo girl(Fuck ya talkin bout)
And pay every one of their bills(Hell ya talkin bout)
I put that ice in my grill to chill(Fuck ya talkin bout)
To many **** been dying in the field hey(Hell ya talkin bout)
What ya talkin bout **** we could do it like this
I'll push the packs imma build us some stacks
And you could go to school for to make us legit
Know how Im rocking Im dumping the bos
Looked in my eyes and her whole body froze
Big shit poppin 4 5 cocking
I'll wipe em down aint no wiping my nose
Worked on my trap I wont trynna be a boss
But I got it honest with money and power
Respect how we stepping we loaded with weapons
I dont give 2 fucks bout a hater being sour
Got on my shit and you could too
Stuck with my grind made a boss move
You gone do what bitch I pity the fool
All I ever did was stay down and be true
Hood on my head like Im fitna go drop
Im in the back with the bih getting bop
My windows tinted you just see the dark
That give them pc so watch for the cops
Spend up the 20s Im stacking the 100s
Used to cash out earned my way to get fronted
I like my car like my plug to be foreign
But bird got the hemi and that shit be roaring
What ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Fuck ya talkin bout
Hell ya talkin bout
Call me the king of the trap(What ya talkin bout)
When I step in the spot then they know what it is(Hell ya talkin bout)
I don't wanna hear all that shit that you flexing and snatching(Fuck ya talkin bout)
When **** you aint even gotta crib(Hell ya talkin bout)
I can pull up on yo mama yo sister yo girl(Fuck ya talkin bout)
And pay every one of their bills(Hell ya talkin bout)
I put that ice in my grill to chill(Fuck ya talkin bout)
To many **** been dying in the field hey(Hell ya talkin bout)
Written by: LaNard Potts
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