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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
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slump Dotty
Slump Dotty
Rap
Brandon Biwott
Brandon Biwott
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Biwott
Brandon Biwott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Biwott
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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