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CD
Hip-Hop/Rap
CD was released on August 7, 2025 by MOCA as a part of the album DEEPER THAN RAP
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Release DateAugust 7, 2025
LabelMOCA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Mocadam
Justin Mocadam
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Mocadam
Justin Mocadam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madenka
Madenka
Producer

Lyrics

(Tell her to, shake it)
Woo
Blue tints, Cartier can't see me
Hang out the window, aim at his figi
Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky
My lady with me, keep it fancy
Even when she's treeshy
Opp bitches they be dying to meet me
Amiri on me and my belt say CD
They gon' plot, pocket watch it get greedy
Bae treat me like I don't know that she need me
Know she tripping I tell her take it easy
I'm in your city for the breesh
On stage like slide, come see me
150 on her neck, she freezing
Get booked, get a bag and repeat it
Pull it out and make her eat
Ice on me, tell her come on a Ski trip
Tell her drive the yacht, don't sink it
Pour up the Henny and drink it
Huh
Ice on me, tell her
Blue Tints, Cartier, can't see me
Hang at the window, aim at his figi
Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky
Baby, who you bank with?
Everyone know that we sanctioned
And we eating good it's a banquet
I tell her to shake it, shake it
Okay
Fuck with the woos and we dangerous
(Get back)
Like, come get turnt
Baby, I'm wasted
Told my mom I would fuck up the stages
Line em', if you wanna say shit
Got her speaking a whole other language
Get back, get back
Tell her send the location
Everyone know that I'm sanctioned
Sanctioned
This chop got kick, no time for kickback
Come in with the whip, you better whip back
Leaving em' flipped to get that whip lash
Got one man down, you better get back
Shoot first, bae hold the grip back
You mad bout what?
Go get your lickback
Double back, then we bending again
And rewinding, bet I spin back
Ask bout' Moca, never sit back
Like, don't bring bae, you get your bitch clapped
Empty the clip, 30,
At his six pack
Said bro send one we sending six back
You're treesh with me, get your bitch back
Inside this whip, look like a Kit-Kat
For your brother, you're taking that, huh
Where the risk at?
How you pop Perc's like it's a Tic-Tac
Left over breesh, I love to give back
Straight backends, every pocket in my jeans
Never met a body moving this tact
Dior my body, CD on my back
Okay, my jeans cost another rack
Bankroll too fat, okay, that thing go
Blue tints, Cartier can't see me
Hang out the window, aim at his figi
Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky
My lady with me, keep it fancy
Even when she's treeshy
Opp bitches they be dying to meet me
Amiri on me and my belt say CD
Gangsta mmm
Written by: Justin Mocadam
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