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L.O.A.T

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Hip-Hop/Rap

L.O.A.T was released on September 5, 2025 by Warner Records as a part of the album L.O.A.T - Single

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Veeze

Vocals

Rocaine

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Karon Vantrees

Songwriter

Rocaine

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rocaine

Producer

Richard “Jayrich Laplaya” DeBerry

Mixing Engineer

Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson

Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson

Recording Engineer

Lestyn Park

Video Director

Lyrics

Ready like fifth grade, though, right?

(I'm broke, baby, wait)

(I'm broke, baby, wait) that's it, maybe you're probably in the gang, gang

Ready good, man, can't be fucked with boys

Went to the club to get some food, blew like ten bands (blew like ten)

It ain't that hard to choose a side, I ain't y'all **** friends (gang, gang)

I quit drugs like every day, tomorrow, I'ma try again

I showed her the racks, but that was just bait

Look at how I'm reelin' her in (come on, I keep that)

Get on a headstand for money, dance, open your legs (pop that shit)

Last 80 bands, KAPITAL pants, I had to wiggle it in

Servin' these bags, who is your mans? You know I'm duckin' the task

Spin his block, open the van door, he's shittin' his pants

I'm 'bout to throw a temper tantrum, you know I'm spoiled as hell (spoiled as hell)

I'm 'bout to go no baby bottle, I'ma just pour it right in (dirty)

I'm tryna make her cut me off, told her I'm broke as hell (I'm broke)

I like the bitches that cater to me, shit, like Kelly, Michelle

Sippin' codeine, bloody steaks, we're mobbin' now (eh)

And my prices lower than all y'all, I'm comping with Walmart (ay)

Just in case **** wanna step like police do, they're layin' the law down (pop)

Cut my lights off, whip my chain out, like Iron Man in the house

Soon as I found out money never sleep, I'm takin' my bed out the house

I got two thick bitches wrestling me, it's WWF in the house (ah, bitch)

I had to tell that lil' bitch, "Suck it, suck it", I went DX on a ho

You can go shop inside my closet, ****

It's better than Neiman's store, **** (I got you)

Once you go get you a bankroll, it's better than fuckin' a ho, yeah

Buddy the lamest of all time, I'm callin' that **** the L.O.A.T (whoa)

You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe

I'm rockin' some runway clothes in the trenches, look like I don't even belong

This shit ain't gon' be in the store, lil' ****, you cheap and broke

Your bitch a lil' freak and her throat (uh), it's platinum, a million sold (ahh, you know)

My stash keep havin' these growth spurts, it's startin' to make me feel old (ahh)

My heart may never get warm again, it dropped to zero below (fuck)

I'm fuckin' that bitch from the back in the shower, look like she's droppin' the soap

I pour up the drank with the floor seats and scream out a play to the coach

These **** ain't know I'm a boss for real, they see me, stop playin' they song

We walk in the club with a gun store, your hip got patted on, ****

The bitch below my standards, she gotta give lil' twin some head

'Cause she fucked my gang, ****, we all can pay the rent (bitch)

I just got back from space, girl, stop askin' me where I have been (I'm back)

Lil' brodie came through with a broomstick, that **** the Wicked Witch (bop)

You know I'm the one you style from, I'm really the favorite twin

I gave her a hoodie, it's one of one, I'm lettin' you know that I hit (hit)

I'm drivin' a car, it's a million bucks, now 12 been on me for ten

This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend, ****

Better go get you a bankroll, better than fuckin' a ho (yeah)

These **** lamest of all time, makin' them **** the L.O.A.T

Better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your ho (forreals?)

This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend

Can I live?

Written by: Allasne Tope, Karon Vantrees, Rocaine

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