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OUU
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Hip-Hop/Rap
OUU was released on September 22, 2025 by 40Boy Records / P!RATES LLC as a part of the album LIFE’S A MESS (WATTBA 1.5)
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Release DateSeptember 22, 2025
Label40Boy Records / P!RATES LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KZ
KZ
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Collins
Elijah Collins
Songwriter
Elijah Zion Coleman
Elijah Zion Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JacMac
JacMac
Producer
redbenny
redbenny
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey hey
Hey hey gang ahh ha
Aye hey hey (Ha)
All gas, no brakes, tryna break the Cullinan
Trust me, I ain't sliding if the gang ain't coming in
I got rubber bands full of dividends
Why should I keep talking, you ain't listening
Way you **** hating, make my stomach turn
I don't ever think these stupid **** gon' learn
I done seen rich **** fumble, crash, and burn
I had to stop showing love, ain't no return
You can die bout my bread, I'm like Big Worm
You know I'm gon' get straining like a perm
Big body spaceships swerving out the earth
I know I be getting on 12 nerves
Keep the terabytes in this bitch, this ain't a purse
Haters on my dick, I know they concerned
I be geeked every day, shrooms all the yerks
I be obsessed with the sand out in turks
If it's up there, leave it up there with the uh, birds
And your bitch like running back irk yo, nerves
And my last bitch moved on, hope you doing uh, worse
Lil' Jeff told me if I want it, gotta get up uh, early
Keep a black and white Caterpillar call it that mcflurry
I just seen a **** bitch fan out off the blue birdie
You can still try and say you claim the gang, ****, if you hurry
In KZ die, just know he tried, ****, I ain't worried
All gas, no brakes, tryna break the Cullinan
Trust me, I ain't sliding if the gang ain't coming in
I got rubber bands full of dividends
Why should I keep talking, you ain't listening
Way you **** hating, make my stomach turn
I don't ever think these stupid **** gon' learn
I done seen rich **** fumble, crash, and burn
I had to stop showing love, ain't no return
You can die bout my bread, I'm like Big Worm (You can die bout my bread, I'm like Big aye)
Big body spaceships swerving out the earth
I know I be getting on 12 nerves
Haters on my dick, I know they concerned
I be geeked every day, shrooms all the yerks
I be in love with the sand out in hey
Written by: Elijah Collins, Elijah Zion Coleman
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