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Ahki Store
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On Tour
East Coast Rap
Ahki Store was released on October 15, 2025 by FTD as a part of the album Karma 4
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AlbumKarma 4
Release DateOctober 15, 2025
LabelFTD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Trevor Utterback
Trevor Utterback
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Authentic
Mr. Authentic
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Auntie couch was plastic, all I know is tragic
Give me a cell over a casket, I don't know about asking
Bust a package with my lil' bitch that be doing lashes
Heard they cremated that ****, shit, let's smoke his ashes
A focused savage, all that joking get you smoked or captured
We come askin' for that backend, better hope you have it
I'm in Barbados with a spliff, this feelin' so relaxing
**** love to tell you how they feel, but no one asked them
Anywhere I step in the city, they gon' harass 'em
Top floor penthouse, thinkin' 'bout what the cops saw
Look out on the rooftop, I could get low in Ahk Store
**** wanted six and came short, could only cop four
I'm in your city with our merch, this shit feel like tour
Frank White, meet me at the plaza with my shotta
This Cuban came from Mazza, couple thousand on my collar
[Verse 2]
Never open up that door, a lot of shit that I done saw
Felt like I was watchin' Saw
Don't serve him, you don't know him, the fuck is he waitin' for?
Soon as you bust that sale, he gon' put your face on the floor
Anything that you say up in court, they can use against you
Judge most likely gon' send you with numbers that sure to end you
Could it all be so simple? Freaky, how could I forget you?
You was on my line like, "D-Boy, come bring a bitch through"
[Verse 3]
I ain't had no wheels, I went to Hertz to grab a rental
It was me and Lil', Haze and Dutches when we spin through
Five on five games, in my bag I had a pistol
I remember everything, I'm not one that's forgetful
Right back with a vengeance, so don't act like it's an issue
Wipe a ****'s nose without no tissue, God bless 'em
He ain't get to live, they gave him life, that shit a hard lesson
.45 barkin it's gon' bite him if this dog catch him
I got a lil' stash pot with all weapons
We gave 'em all pressure, these **** ball catchers
I see 'em dick holdin', if I ain't write it, tell me, who wrote it?
Consistently gettin' better, who noticed it?
It don't matter who on it if I'm featured
Watchin' Moesha, I rocked a Caesar grew my braids
Copped a heater, I was turned out
Fried young ****, we was burnt out
Before the Fent' was in 'em, we had Percs out
School buses, half a dime for the Goyard, that's new luggage
I remember thinkin', this shit hot as shit if Pooch loved it
Angels protectin' me, my fitted to my shoes covered
New budget, told her link in private, I don't do public
Written by: David Brewster, Trevor Utterback
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