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RichMilly & Trey Svvn

START UP

Hip-Hop/Rap

START UP was released on July 25, 2025 by RME Music as a part of the album 7MILLY

Song Details

Release DateJuly 25, 2025

LabelRME Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM65

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

RichMilly

Rap

Trey Svvn

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Trey Svvn

Songwriter

Richard James Havens

Richard James Havens

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ted Graves

Recording Engineer

Richard James Havens

Richard James Havens

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When i go I'm like master Roshi

How i think about the pussy

Hear the slap and stroking

Put the dick to the back

But the gag is gone damn

Ain't a cat burglar

But I'm snatching broaches

Pieces, we eat till we half to full

Gas is diesel smoking that bad ammonia

Eye of Sauron how we see the darkness coiling

Hold ya stomach cuz stealing my bars is poison

Crash

There ain't no bandicoot

Rad

I made a band on ya avenue

Glad, that i cant deal with all of your baggage

You haven't unloaded the accident

Im a devil a beast and an addict

Pussy wet like a lettuce a blastoise

How she squirtle a **** need more than a napkin

Tamed the waves now she calling me captain

(Oh my God)

Gwynevere with the magic im packing

Sexy ass lil shorty be packing

Shake her ass i might shoot at her Megan

Never last had to say it laments terms

In the traps i be Pillsbury baking

Nasty like covid they tryna contain it

Contrast the pic see the real in the fake

Real in the fake

Got a Blunt in rotation

If she think that she hitting my blunt

Then she hitting this dick

Bitch tried to line

Ain no frisk while she slide

Got mad crips in my pocket

Have blood on the chips

Hollow

Mock em

That boy had a thought on his mind

We left his brains deep inside of the nachos

Feeling like Bain is the crane on the line

Crack piggy banks till my hand got the jar full

Rich say he got two lil things onna line

But he already know we ain't paying for play

Fucking addiction she hopped on the train

Thinking i really been lost in the brain

When she threw it at me i didnt know what to say

She wanna fuck I won't deny the cake

Back in all red and I'll red the bed like Dante

(What you mean by that)

One squeeze and ill wet the bed just like biggie said

"Got her knees on clasp" after blasting ass

Said she like my SSadistikk Style

Now u thinking trey Svvn a sadist

Like Kratos how I'm coming thru spamming

A for my D into goddess like ladies

We solar where u wanna take the shit

We solo but rich my compatriot

Light a blunt up a spliff imma face the shit

Classy hoes i can't fuck wit no basic bitch

Gang

Huh, ok

Got a classy lil bitch tryna fill up my planer

I don't got the time because I wasn't planning it

I love my parents, they made a crack baby

Yea I wasn't planned but I'm still not an accident

You can get put out the whip if you got a loose lip

If we spin then I promise we crashing it

This Galick Gun out the galaxy

I get to beaming these ****

In other words blasting it

Huh

Wait

**** where yo momma stay

I'm tryna come thru n just- (aye)

Im tryna pull up and lay down the pipe

Heard Issa leak

I'm tryna see

I get mean

Beat it like Ike

I Billie Jean

Chum'on watcha mean

That's not my baby

I think I'm Mike

I'm bad boy, not Diddy

Imma be bigger than Biggie

Me and Trey roll good dope

All bad bitches know

It get sticky

Lowered her PH

Now her shit kinda icky

So I call icky Vicky

All of that bullshit that you tryna talk

Baby girl you can miss me

I got the shot

Pass it to Trey

He gonna oot it like Wemby

And I'm out wit Rich

If u aint on the team

Have my shooters

wit jumpers wont miss you

Aye, fouling to flagrant

I promise this ray beam will hit you

It's revamping tissue

Pink slip the ticket just caught a red Card

but my shit is plat when i walk into christian

Before I put hoops in you

Bet that I wave up this tech

Like a brush, make it look beautiful

But we play wit electrics

Rich got me out wit a kel

Holding this TEC at ya funeral

Right now I'm kinda aggressive

But really a cool dude

I'm just out here fucking bitches

And fucking up doo's

Ain't stressing or thinking bout who-

-Ever

But who stressin'

I Dress like a pimp

Like I'm Hugh Hefner

Got a tool pressing all these lil' ****

Tell Rich that I'm posting a new message

Check it

I run with some steppers

Yea we just do it

We never gone let up

Stomping your yard if think you gone press us

We squashing your top like a new head of lettuce

We on the top and we certified gang

We on that fucking on hoes and forget em

She buss a pill and forgot my name

I watch as she slut around inna sprinter

I catch her cheating then brodie might kill her

Fill her up yea imma peel her

(Uh) sending so much shit

You thought I'm a dealer

(Wait, come back, aye)

I just got head in some head boxers

Shorty dome rock, she a head knocker

She a Ed Edd and Eddy

Speak dead nonsese

Havik gotta keep low cause the feds watching

Clap the ruger the shit got his dreads knocking

We gone take over yo trap like the red rocket

I been smoking so much like a locomotive

Ain no way y'all be making this train stop

But why stop it

Vibes rocking

Everything with us just too lit

Shorty gone do anything for them Christian Lou's

She walking thru Hell for it

Now inside of my cup I'm pouring it up

I'm mixing up all of the L's with it

I'm rolling up fast just hope I don't crash

I'm putting in all of this pain for this

Uh, wait damn baby just wait

I'm tryna pull up to the place where u lay

Baby just play and slide on a date

All started when I hit your two way

Now you laying up with me today

And we made movie, put it on the big screen

And now the shit all in Blu-ray

Damn

Written by: Richard James Havens, Trey Svvn

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