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Spring Break
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Spring Break was released on August 1, 2025 by The Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Luka Troncic 2
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Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM174

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
Certified Trapper
Certified Trapper
Vocals
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
1900Rugrat
1900Rugrat
Vocals
Trapland Pat
Trapland Pat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
Daishun Graham
Daishun Graham
Songwriter
Tyler Reed Meeks
Tyler Reed Meeks
Songwriter
Patterson Menard
Patterson Menard
Songwriter
Miles Spiel
Miles Spiel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Certified Trapper
Certified Trapper
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, everything bustin', I know CBD
Get up on a beat and I hit it with a DDT
If a **** diss, blow his body up with TNT
Fuckin' on this bitch, put her phone on the DND
Fuck around, play a tune with the ARP
Eatin' out with the Asian bitch, this some Vietnamese
30 bustin' out the joggy made her hit her knees
Puttin' the ice on, go, man, this shit ain't cheatin'
[Verse 2]
I don't even want your ho if she ain't a freak
Spend a big bankroll on exotic weed
Know the streets get cold, so we keep that heat
Brodie ridin' with that broom, he'll sweep you off your feet
Yeah, diamonds dancin' on my necklace
Bro say, "Fuck a football," he gon' catch Licks
Snatch offin' that Super Cool, they can't catch this
Shawty got a small waist, but my bitch thick
[Verse 3]
Yo, we don't need no VPN, we at a B&B
Add a tracer to that Curry, make it 33
By the time we flush this Benz, we'll be in Kankakee
Aye
I'll probably go and cop a brrr 'fore I cop a plea
That **** fled, ain't cop a half, ain't even cop a G
They callin' trap Atlanta, a locksmith, he re- rocked the key
[Verse 4]
Off a Perc' ten in the booth, finna fall asleep
On the net he talk crazy, sayin' to me, "Who could I please?"
All the dope up in my lungs, bitch, I smoke a lot of weed
Had to cut them people off, it was just a lot of greed, uh
Hop up in a Benz truck, doin' top speed
I got this bitch mad at him 'cause he not me
Red and blue E- Pillar like the top three, uh
She don't suck the soul out me, she a top demon
[Bridge]
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah-ah, nah, nah
Huh, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 5]
Corn boys of the year, y'all boys the nominees
Tell the opps to borrow me, they all can get a shot for free
Cudi walkin' down to lay it up, he never shot a three
Super Saiyan, ultra instinct, brodie popped a bean
Early mornin' on my grind like some coffee beans
Wocki in my coffee cup, the Cartis, they on coffee cream
When you see militia, you see bucks like Milwaukee team
Bitch called me mean without the drink, she went and bought me lean
ShittyBoyz dog$hit militia, long live $cam, you know
[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Nah, nah, nah, nah, huh
Hey
Written by: Daishun Graham, James Johnson IV, Miles Spiel, Patterson Menard, Tyler Reed Meeks
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