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BLAST
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BLAST was released on August 6, 2025 by Squeakz as a part of the album WHAT NOW??
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Release DateAugust 6, 2025
LabelSqueakz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
squeaks
squeaks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel del Río
Angel del Río
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yvngonce!
yvngonce!
Producer

Lyrics

You get put in a pack, every day it's a new stat
Go put it on max, run up you get blast
You crazy like Taz, you in my new pack
We putting belt to ass, crazy you got no bag
Crazy you, crazy you got no mag
Like you a prod, we turn you to tags
Kinda like groceries, I'm in my bag
You keep on running like we playing tag
If you run up, we hit you in your back
Me and my gang, we never on lack
Get off my dick, yeah, get off my sack
We finna race on top, that ain't your gun, it's props
Shout out the gang, taking em with me, yeah, we going up real far
Race on top, I'm finna race on top
Shoot for the stars, I'm finna shoot for the stars
I'm getting money, get bands every day
I'm getting motion, get fans every day
You gon run up, you get hit in the face
I'm going up, you can't keep up the pace
Hit you with five-five-six like jace
Run to the bank, I'm running to chase
Leaving that phase, I'm feeling like Grace
Spin through your block, yeah, spin through your base
You get put in a pack, every day it's a new stat
Go put it on max, run up you get blast
You crazy like Taz, you in my new pack
We putting belt to ass, crazy you got no bag
Bitch, I did it again running like track, you know I'm gonna win
Press, start, start the engine
Man, stop, you tryna fit in
Hate from my outside, can't even get in
You wanna autograph, go get a pen
You wanna throw down, come get it then
I ain't Batman, you know I be robbin
I'm on my way on top
And yo bitch give me top
Fuck out my face, my name in your throat
Like it's a damn cough drop
Way on top
I'm on my way on top
You gon' flop, I know that you gon flop
I'm knowing you don't wanna talk, why I stay on mars
But I know you ain't got no one to talk to
Why you talk to stars
Yeah, I got everything on me like Costco
Yea I got brand new cars
You with a bitch, but she a lil bop tho
Y'all gon drift apart
I want a bitch to hold my pistol
I want some guns, yeah, I need some missiles
You know I ball, yeah, you know I dribble
I want this girl, yeah maybe a little
Bitch, don't care about a diss
It's gon be trash it will miss
You die you would never be missed
End of the day, you will get swished
You get put in a pack, every day it's a new stat
Go put it on max, run up you get blast
You crazy like Taz, you in my new pack
We putting belt to ass, crazy you got no bag
You get put in a pack, every day it's a mew stat
Go put it on max, run up you get blast
You crazy like Taz, you in my new pack
We putting belt to ass, crazy you got no bag
Written by: Angel del Río
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