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YOUTUBE

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Hip-Hop/Rap

YOUTUBE was released on November 21, 2025 by 9th St. / Hallwood as a part of the album Winners Circle

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

rexv2

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

lerone james

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

sore4

Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah)

(I can't get my eyes off you)

Coupe got no roof (coupe), coupe got no roof (coupe)

Coupe got no roof-roof, with my dog like, "Woof, woof"

What up, baby? Okay, she tryna connect like she Bluetooth

Bloody bottom shoe-shoes, bloody bottom soo-woo

Please don't diss my crew too, they might have to do you

G-lock, this a .22, but I call that two-two

Pussy boy, you tutu, control this ho like YouTube

Control this- (pfft)

Long time comin', bag hit, thumbin'

Mag spit, dump it, that Act-47 a trumpet

Fuck up, you ain't talkin' 'bout them hundreds

First down on my ****, gon' punt it

First down on my ****, gon' punt it

Gon' rush it, gon' get us a hundred, huh

We signing that deal for some money, yeah

You sign that lil' shit, you a dummy

Lil' bitch, you already know how I'm comin'

Them AB ****, you know who done it

Girls all over my body, yeah, they fuck out the cabs, pfft

We ridin' around, sticks in the passy (pfft), bitch, I kill 'em like Buffy the Body

Twinin' to killin', he don't know nothin' 'bout it, huh

Ooh, ooh, you don't really (lil' bitch)

You don't really wanna take that toll, you don't really wanna take that toll (toll, toll)

You don't really wanna take that role (role)

Young ****, know I can't go against the code

I'd give my life if it would save all the bros

Real money on go, slide, nobody knows

Whippin' Honda Accord, now I ride in the Rolls (ride in the Rolls)

I know that dry shit got highs and lows

How does the kid just sign and ghost?

Tryna be gangster, his body went cold

I'm aimin' that sniper right side of his nose

Wippin' this pot, I get bread, I suppose

I'll fuck up a brick, I'll fuck up the stove (fuck up a brick)

Coupe got no roof (coupe), coupe got no roof (coupe)

Coupe got no roof-roof, with my dog like, "Woof, woof"

What up, baby? Okay, she tryna connect like she Bluetooth

Bloody bottom shoe-shoes, bloody bottom soo-woo

Please don't diss my crew too, they might have to do you

G-lock, this a .22, but I call that two-two

Pussy boy, you tutu, control this ho like YouTube

Control this- (pfft)

Long time comin', bag hit, thumbin'

Mag spit, dump it, that Act-47 a trumpet

Fuck up, you ain't talkin' 'bout them hundreds

First down on my ****, gon' punt it

First down on my ****, gon' punt it

Gon' rush it, gon' get us a hundred

Written by: lerone james

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