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Ain't I
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ain't I was released on November 5, 2025 by Luh Guero as a part of the album Murda Bidnezz
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Release DateNovember 5, 2025
LabelLuh Guero
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
luh guero
luh guero
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
luh guero
luh guero
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Francisco Almanza
Francisco Almanza
Engineer
Prodbyfrancisco
Prodbyfrancisco
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Got to know we guapin ' Pockets extra sloppy
Don't I love my vegetable? Extra cheese and broccoli
Don't young LA like to kick it like karate
Don't I be with J-money, serving everybody
Buttons gon' go through your sh*t, I don't wanna hear that
A opp dropped a diss, we spinnin', we killin', we Gettin' to blitz
That choppa gon' blow him a kiss, all of them ****
Got checked out of List, don't want a bump, go Ahead meet
The kriss, the same ones be talkin', they act Like a b*tch (that's the sound of a switch)
Heard you went out like a ho, let a f****ck **** run off with your pole
Quit on that net talk, meet up, we could blow
All of your patnas (shh) dead on the floor
Creep up at night and we upping, the score
All that d*ck riding get back for your bro
These ****, these h****es, they be doin' the Most
Trynna pull up, go ahead drop the lo
Go ahead drop the lo
Don't be scared, boy, I know you wont blow
Soon as you send it, we at the front door
You really a b*tch, you ain't with it lil' bro
Switch on the back, this a fully auto
Stay posted up with a Micro Draco
Can't really say much, cause I know that **** Told
Spin thru the block, ain't no one gon' fold
You better take cover real quick, to unload
Hop out get to smacking you know who we Smoke
Ain't doin' no wolfing, get up, and get close
Serving the city, trynna flip me a load
Trynna flip me a load
Stop tryna reach, I'ma aim at your dome
F*ck on the b*tch, now she outta the door
All of them bands, got that sh*t on the floor
Thinking sh*t, sweet, but you dissed on my bro
Spinned same night, y'all **** ain't show
Put your ass on a bag, ha tag your toe
We let off, bout hunnid , might let off some More
Opp **** sweet, talking' over the phone
Stop with that acting, we know yall some h*es
Pullin' up 20, deep get to shooting
You know we on go
(Uh)
And that's on my bro
Tryna get busy, ****, we could get it
All of them choppas, ain't none of them' hitting
Try to shoot, best believe I'ma up it
Let it off, now ain't nobody livin
Say yall some killers, but never be killin
I'ma shoot, make a f****ck, **** feel it
Hit him up, yeah, that switchy ain't missin
Look at your patna, he on television
He got hit up, yeah, that f****ck, ****, he ain't Survive
He got put up on the Tee, got put on Channel 5
That shit, dead tryna diss ****, dropped like f****ckin' flies
Pull up, spray the block up, finna take the other guys
Buttons gon' go through your sh*t, I don't wanna hear that
A opp dropped a diss, we spinnin', we killin', we Gettin' to blitz
That choppa gon' blow him a kiss, all of them ****
Got checked out of List, don't want a bump, go Ahead meet
The kriss, the same ones be talkin', they act Like a b*tch (that's the sound of a switch)
Heard you went out like a ho, let a f****ck **** run off with your pole
Quit on that net talk, meet up, we could blow
All of your patnas (shh) dead on the floor
Creep up at night and we upping, the score
All that d*ck riding get back for your bro
These ****, these h****es, they be doin' the Most
Trynna pull up, go ahead drop the lo
Written by: luh guero
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