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Mr.ebkK
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mr.ebkK was released on August 23, 2025 by LTK records as a part of the album Mr.ebkK - Single
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Release DateAugust 23, 2025
LabelLTK records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JayBluLTK
JayBluLTK
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayson Michael Garcia
Jayson Michael Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JayBluLTK
JayBluLTK
Engineer

Lyrics

Threek what tryna catch me at five
You **** is bitches, you hoes in disguise
Tryna tear up a block, put a switch on a nine
He try to drive off, put a hole in his ride
Motherfucker keep dissin, you seein' me first
And you dissin' on ray, put him on T-shirt
Gonna put up the test, tryna see how he hurt
Drive around with a dead ****, give me a hearse
Doza got robbed for his ARP, if the feds
Be listenin, that shit wasn't me You fuckin' with **** that's beefin' with
Me You gon' die with them too, tryna put them
To sleep Will not go broke, that shit not me, These
**** be broke, that's the shit I mean Big Drac in the cut, tryna knock out his spleen
Got a 19X with a switch and a beam Dumb ass **** tryna set me up, they think
I don't know, like boy what the fuck If you wanna do it, just say that it's up
And that boy wanna fight, then I'm fadin' him up
Dead ass ****, put him in the dutch If I call it JP, then he comin' in clutch
If I call lucky eight, then he slidin, what's up
I'm callin' Lil nevin, he pop up the cut That boy smoke rock, that shit not good
Boy lil crackhead, that's some shit you would I'll never be that ****, knock on wood
What if Kane got up
That's a what if he could Reach for that stick, boy I wish he would
The moment he flinched, put his ass in the wood
I'm bullyin' **** like my name is Suge And I'm smokin' the black with a Glock in
They hood
Ayy, bitch, bitch, run that shit back Lurkin' the south, put a four in the pack
If I catch me a five, then I'm makin' them crack
Look like some ninjas, we dressin' all black Verify artist, I put on the map
These **** be hidin, they makin' me mad Measuring cup, like we doin' math
Yeah, bitch, yeah, hold on, you know my
Ayy, bitch, ayy, ayy
Thought I was done, this shit not over Oh he in the whip, then we knockin' it over
Big Halloween shit, don't get caught in October She runnin' to me like we playin' Red Rover
You crackin' a three, then I'm crackin' a four TJ12, he a cop on the low
Nevermind fuck that he a cop on the high
Like, boy, I can't wait till I catch me a five
Ayy, bitch, ayy, ayy
Ayy, bitch, ayy, ayy
Written by: Jayson Michael Garcia
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