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Urgent

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Urgent was released on October 17, 2025 by Slump Dotty as a part of the album 5 PATHS 50 OUTCOMES

Song Details

Album5 PATHS 50 OUTCOMES

Release DateOctober 17, 2025

LabelSlump Dotty

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Slump Dotty

Rap

Brandon Biwott

Musician

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brandon Biwott

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brandon Biwott

Producer

Lyrics

Trespassing they lobby, walk in they building

It’s a highway to hell if you loaf where I’m chillin’

I’m in the spot, actin' bad with the villains

With the G, I’ma burn him, body start grillin'

I’m with a Hat tryna see how he feelin’

Grinching for bro, locked up tryna click it

Making minimum wage, tryna get to a million

When I bend with the Jet, word to bro he gon’ flame it

You better duck from the G that I’m wavin’

**** seen the beam on the G and started prayin’

Beat him down, then I loot him we finna stain him

Too tact with the G, immaculate cadence

I’m tryna toss out a bomb where he layin’

How you talk to the kids but you jackin’ you sanctioned?

Made a mess with the chop— I had to dip

Before they call the maintenance (Grah)

W-word to bro, like it’s us never them

Threw a shot—he ain’t die, but he stuck with a dent

When I’m with the Jets, I’ma throw up the Hat

But when I’m with the Makks, I’m big M&M

I 48 him—he thought we was friends

Call up the Blazer, troop with a trend

Movin' like Dante when I got the Gen

Imma back out the G and return what he sent

Bro wanna bend—I told him wait

But he jackin’ it’s urgent

I double back just to make sure I hurt him

Scap him—open him up like a surgeon

Next time he talk, word to bro imma burn him

**** love guns but don’t have it in person

I’m drid, the G2C stopped workin’

But I can’t throw it out, I can barely afford it

When I hop out the car, run for your life

In the jet with the Jet, tryna land ****’ flight

I’m on they block when there’s no one in sight

We got whole lotta guns out—multiple pipes

I’m tryna walk down, fuck is a bike?

I’m frail with the G, why the fuck would I fight?

Hesi—that **** fell for the bite

Got shot, now you stuck in this Marlboro light

I got some anger I’m tryna ignite

F-fuck it—we finna troop through the night

When I’m out with my bitch, she be scared for our life

But I gotta remind her, she gon’ be alright

Face shot—I put the **** on Skype

Had to turn off the beam ‘cause the shit was too bright

Know an opp **** died tryna go and get right

But I just gotta TP, be more polite

Are you against me, or you gonna ride?

It’s either that—so I gotta survive

I’m skinny, so I felt a kick from the 9

Not a regular Taurus—this a new design

Don’t got the shot, I’ma throw out a dime

Word to bro—I’ma click it, flockin' shit for mine

Buckle up—‘cause this not a regular ride

Spot an opp in the V, word to bro imma mack it

He still alive, so I back out and blast it

Every opp **** dead, me and bro gonna match it

I do a dance, make a beat with the ratchet

Fly shooter—this not a regular jacket

We catch a kill, that’s a point on the bracket

Saw the boys up the block, word to bro, had to stash it

Back to back with a Ape, me and bro tryna clash shit

See a opp in the paint, imma go for the basket

Double back when I miss, gotta rewind

For a Makk, imma camp in his beehive

Fuck a pass, threw a shot ‘cause I need mine

It’s gon’ be a bad day when I bend with a G5

Left, right—tryna fuck up his keybinds

When I saw his face, I made sure he can’t see mine

When I call up the rundown, you know it’s Bee time

****’ blocks hella sweet—but they movin’ like key lime

Written by: Brandon Biwott

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