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Blatt Blatt
2,747
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blatt Blatt was released on August 6, 2025 by Santa Anna as a part of the album I Live, I Die, I Live Again (Resurrected)
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Release DateAugust 6, 2025
LabelSanta Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocals
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Meiners
David Meiners
Composer
Mark Nikolaev
Mark Nikolaev
Composer
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Lyrics
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bugg
Bugg
Producer
Marko Lenz
Marko Lenz
Producer
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Immersive Audio Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, make a fuck **** fall in his shit, we ain't speakin' on wax, we send shit to the devil
Strapped up with two poles like leavin' you whatever
80 Block, might see a snow **** with the shovel
Crazy back, suited up all black, get back, blatt-blatt, splash out on whoever
Drop-top, foenem already hangin' out with the chop tryna change up the weather
007, we'll hop out, fire a **** up, wrap his dumb ass like a muzzle
Put ten on a **** head, I can guarantee lil' bro sleep in a fuck **** bushes
Bippin' a wheelie, I'm doin' one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touchin' her goodies
[Verse 1]
Get out the way, the lil' boy got a fully, he ain't never ever in life tear up a hoodie
**** know Chuckyy always on P, got perfect aim and I'm a real big bully
It's a headshot, you don't know what I can do with a red dot
Instagram thug got the feds hot
**** walk down, take pictures, go laugh 'bout it
Twelve months, shit changed, I'm rich as fuck, we ain't goin' to LV, but the bitch still love me
We'll smash on a ****, it ain't shit, we done did it too many times while they in public
Everywhere I be at, they be knowin' me, gotta get a jet, TSA feel like meet and greets
I was puttin' **** right on the TV screen, now look at me, I'm on the TV (Flatscreen)
The biggest
I ain't done, I'ma keep on goin', know that's what they thought when I hit that block
No halfway drop, we get shit done, know that's what we on, we take shit far
Hit a **** block, go stepper mode, do a **** just like Nuk, four-nick go fah
I ain't even on no tough shit, **** try to backdoor me, I'ma kill everybody
I can't make no diss songs, I'm tryna erase **** and the feds be watchin' (For Lil Craig, Chuckyy wanted a hat)
Counted me out, you can count me in
Counted me out, you can count me in
Thick bitch, she just brought her friend
And I bet she's thicker
I'm too turnt, bitch, fuck your ****
She mad 'cause I don't wanna sip no liquor
I'm sorry, bae, I'm a real codeine sipper
Eighty degrees, still shiverin'
If she from Philly, I'm stickin' my dick in it
In the crib recordin' in all black just in case I gotta stand on some business quick
Still'll suit up, but I'm really rich
[Chorus]
Uh, make a fuck **** fall in his shit, we ain't speakin' on wax, we send shit to the devil
Strapped up with two poles like leavin' you whatever
80 Block, might see a snow **** with the shovel
Crazy back, suited up all black, get back, blatt-blatt, splash out on whoever
Drop-top, foenem already hangin' out with the chop tryna change up the weather
007, we'll hop out, fire a **** up, wrap his dumb ass like a muzzle
Put ten on a **** head, I can guarantee lil' bro sleep in a fuck **** bushes
Bippin' a wheelie, I'm doin' one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touchin' her goodies (For sure)
[Verse 2]
By the way, my lil' brother got a fully, he ain't never ever in life tear up a hoodie (Gang)
Chop put some big shit on a bully, first **** in my hood smokin' Blacks, gettin' busy (Yeah)
I done seen real G's turn pussy, wasn't tryna give a young boy the ball, I took it (Yeah)
**** used to send fuckboys lurkin', but his brother gettin' money and ain't nothin' 'bout him pussy (At all)
Yeah, I'm tuckin' no chain on D (On D)
**** get killed 'bout me
In the VIP, I got bad hoes touchin' on me (I do)
Still rich, he ain't nothin' like me
Tell him keep shit P, he ain't nothin' like me (At all)
You know me, I fly hoes OT
You know me, move suite, new ho every week (Yeah)
The biggest
[Chorus]
Uh, make a fuck **** fall in his shit, we ain't speakin' on wax, we send shit to the devil
Strapped up with two poles like leavin' you whatever
80 Block, might see a snow **** with the shovel
Crazy back, suited up all black, get back, blatt-blatt, splash out on whoever
Drop-top, foenem already hangin' out with the chop tryna change up the weather
007, we'll hop out, fire a **** up, wrap his dumb ass like a muzzle
Put ten on a **** head, I can guarantee lil' bro sleep in a fuck **** bushes
Bippin' a wheelie, I'm doin' one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touchin' her goodies
Written by: Charles Davis, David Meiners, Mark Nikolaev, Robert Thomas
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