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S.T.P
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Hip-Hop/Rap
S.T.P was released on June 20, 2025 by Glizzy Entertainment as a part of the album S.T.P - Single
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Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelGlizzy Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nyquan Boyd
Nyquan Boyd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyquan Boyd
Nyquan Boyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zeeko Vip$
Zeeko Vip$
Engineer

Lyrics

Look
Yeah
Turn me up bitch
Don't turn me down
Nah Uh
Ain't gotta talk about what I done seen
Ain't gotta talk about what I done done
Every gun that I got is equipped
With a beam
Every drake that I shoot is equipped
With a drum
I don't give a fuck
If a lil **** run
Take his head off his shoulders
And put it all up on a stick
He think I'm the one to fuck with
But I don't give a fuck bout no ****
Or fuck bout no bitch
Look
Lately I been getting paper
I guess that's the reason he hating
It ain't for debating
I just been keeping my cool
But I up with this bitch
Ima leave 'em right here on this pavement
I go on hits by myself
I do not need no help
Cause I know they
Gone write them a statement
They be like where you been at
Man I took me sometime
Cause I gotta get back to the paper
I just been chasing
See I just been stacking
That paper all the way
To the muhfucking ceiling
Everybody treating me like I'm a bad guy
They don't wanna see when I turn to a villain
Throw on my mask and I throw on my gloves
If I up with this glock
Man I swear ima kill 'em
**** a get them a gun
And they start claiming bodies
I guess that be making 'em killas
I just went up a new level
Uh huh
I just got me some new cheddar
Uh huh
Yo bitch she say she don't like fucking you
Cause she say I be fucking her better
Uh huh
I just be fucking yo bitch from the back
While I'm gripping her neck
It be making her wetter
These **** know not to play
With the kid
When I get in that mood
I won't make it no better
These **** know where I be at
Uh
Put 'em up high where the trees at
Uh
These **** know where I hang at
Mm
These **** know ima bang that
Uh
I just be fucking with ****
Who throw up the three's
So you know ima claim that
Uh
We might just pullup
And leave him right there on his block
They gone have to rename that
Uh
Now everybody so sad
Cause they don't know what happened
They know where his brains at
Uh
Tectives located the body
They couldn't tell who it was
We left him nameless
Uh
We scratching numbers
All up off the Glock
What is that on your hip
It's a stainless
Uh
Bitches ain't want me back then
Now they all in my DM they calling me famous
Uh
I just humble as ever
But I'm boutta pop my shit
Everything that I do
Everything that I post
Man I know that these ****
Gone watch my shit
These **** be dick riding
More than these bitches
Man tell these lil nigggas
To stop that shit
Ain with all that boxing shit
If I up with this Glock
Man I swear ima rock his shit
What the fuck do you mean
That I fell off
These **** know I'm big dog
With this shit
They don't wanna see the boy mad
Or they don't wanna see how I get
When I'm off them shits
They play with lil tip
Or they play with D Money
I swear that I'm bound
To just up off the rip
I don't give a fuck about
Who he be with
How the fuck you a shooter
And you say your shooter got hit
Uh Gang
Boom boom bow
Boom bow
Boom boom boom bow
How the fuck you say you was a shooter
And you say your shooter got hit
How the fuck you say you was a shooter
And you say your shooter got hit
Like How
Written by: Nyquan Boyd
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