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Main Thang
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Main Thang was released on July 23, 2025 by YN Records as a part of the album I Am The Coochie Man
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YN Jay
YN Jay
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grease
Grease
Producer

Lyrics

(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, shit (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
This lil' bitch think I love her, she must be a fool
My opp just died yesterday, I seen him on the news
This lil' bitch think I want her friend, but she don't have a clue
I really want to hit her mama, I'm tryna make her boo
I'm tryna make that lil' bitch my main thang
Diamonds on my neck, look how my chains swang
Damn, time goin' by fast, look how the game change
This **** died for some clout, it was a fame thang
Ayy, should I hit this bitch?
I hit his car up with some tools, I'm tryna fix some shit
This lil' bitch said she want some money, should I pimp this bitch?
I shot my shot at Bernice, hope I don't miss this bitch
My bitch left, I'm mad she gone but I don't miss this bitch
I shot the game-winning shot, hope I don't miss this bitch
Stack the paper like KFC, I'm on my chicken shit
I know a old school ready to kill and he sixty-six
Tryna smoke somebody
He probably owe somebody
You want some drank? You need an eight? I probably know somebody
I probably smoke somebody
I probably kill somebody
Or I might get you kidnapped, I probably steal somebody
Even when nobody knew me, I was still somebody
I gave you smoke, you said it was beef? I'm finna grill somebody
Grabbin' ass in the club, I'm tryna feel somebody
Tryna feel some booty, she let me feel her coochie
I walked in with some dog shit but it's not real dookie
Chris Rock, New Jack City, you the real Pookie
She ain't got no BBL, she got her real booty
He ain't do shit but he with dog, so I'ma still shoot him
Double cup, drinkin' mud in the fuckin' party
BP everything, I ain't goin' out—
BP everything, I won't go out like shorty
Two days on drank, and I'm down forty
Two Goyard bags full, all hundreds
You ever seen a million cash, honey?
That's my son bankroll on me, bro, that's Cass money
I'm not shootin' while we on cam', I'm not a crash dummy
Of course, I know your plug, I bought some glass from him
Of course, I hit that bitch, she gave some ass to me
I'm an eight figure ****, I never had money
I just got a shank made, I'm tryna stab somethin'
Where the Julio?
How you do that clappin' shit with your booty, ho?
I ain't talk to bro that much, but I got Louis on
Right now it's just me and Jay, he made the Coochie song
I just bought my bitch some Gucci thongs
I love some petite shit, bae, your booty small
My young **** havin' gaffle, what I'ma do with y'all?
Can't even take 'em to the store 'cause they gon' shoot the mall up
He had eight pints of Wock', I had to scoop 'em all up
Like if you really eatin', feed your dog somethin'
They caught him when his week was endin', fucked his Sunday up
My bitch unshared her lo', bro, I think somethin' up
Before I even went fed, I had a hundred bucks, yeah
And I don't even need that EDD shit, but I fuck with Donald Trump
They caught him at McDonald's, now Ronald stuck
I got like seventy on me, let me count it up
Factory wheels on the V but it's mounted up
I bulletproof this bitch, it's a armored truck
Written by: JAYLEIN CANTRELL
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