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WHOYFL
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Hip-Hop/Rap
WHOYFL was released on November 21, 2025 by RUMBLEWORLD & TEAM ANTI as a part of the album PLOT TWIST 2
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelRUMBLEWORLD & TEAM ANTI
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jamar Rose
Jamar Rose
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Davis
Christopher Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamar Rose
Jamar Rose
Engineer
shaah
shaah
Producer

Lyrics

Damn, shaah, huh, huh, huh
They say that forty up in no slide, that don't make sense
I put this shit on my house, I put this shit on my kin
I put this shit on my bitch, she slide around, she got the blick
Don't none of y'all want smoke? Can't none of y'all jump in?
You're touching hair on my chin, tell them chilling off of bean
Senzu's in my bag, bitch, all I know is green
Got a iceberg on my wrist and bitch is colder than a last girl
Wasn't writing this shit long, but I swear that I will pass ya, I've been, huh
I've been yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, aiming in the jump
But if I slide with DPS, I bet I'll raise the bar again
I'll kill like uh-uh-uh-uh, twitching all for that flame
All she know is giving out head, and now that **** feel like
Damn, I feel like rolling up in that spouse five on ten
Got sit back like Zoro, he won't do that shit again
If I'm kill y'all in the Benz, I need stars up on that roof
Throw me in the spaceship how these rockets in this coupe
He get turned less, damn, I think that boy done spilled all my juice
I got stings up on that white T, I feel like tattoo
And dawg, I'm feelin like top one, but I'm not one y'all finna fuck with
Clownin shit, get split for buggin, on my hip equip the cutlass
Pirate ship, I whip to redline, I'ma hit they ship and plunder
Nothin fair, can't give a fuck less, punch the air and kick the bucket
Bucket list of his ain't budging, button press to end his suffering
Shit ain't nothin' to get 'em picked off, you's a pup and I'm a big dog
You some ugly and ya bitch want me, you can haunt me once you dead and gone
You ain't scary now, won't be scary then, can't walk the talk you been on
I been on my high horse, wildin'
Time and time again, I'm the flyest in the room
Guess ya chicks the seven sins, I tend to get prideful and consumed
Lust and greed and gluttony probably get me too
Little sloth, but never envy
And wrath to wack ass rappers tryna step it to him
Ooh, "But Ty don't do no music, he too exclusive"
Putting hits on bitches' heads, my shooter Cupid, I'm moving stupid
Fuck ya bitch, you screwed the pooch
You loosey goosey, I grew elucidating fake shit
Fumigate the heinous
Done made 'em racks, remunerate me greatly
Who's to say I'm crazy except all them dumbass bitches tryna trip?
You could say my hate iconic, but buddy ass bitchin like its his
It i— shit, fuck, it is what it is
I been the shit for shits, just quit or quit the quips
Been killin' shit, I'm him, like?
Back up in this bitch like who I feel like
My hands go touch a meal, buy jet, and then I take flight
This real life, I been Newsome, that's got my body on green light
Sit back in that whip, and they hell smoke, but damn this beam bright
It's the last thing that you see, ha, see, ha, it's what he seen, right?
Don't get out on foot, he wanna box, but ain't no clean fight
Okay, I'm feel like Creepy Nuts, it's Dandadan on the scene
I turned them all in the ghosts, and there some aliens on my team, hah
They say that forty up in no slide, that don't make sense
I put this shit on my house, I put this shit on my kin
I put this shit on my bitch, she slide around, she got the blick
Don't none of y'all want smoke? Can't none of y'all jump in?
You're touching hair on my chin, tell them chilling off of bean
Senzu's in my bag, bitch, all I know is green
Written by: Christopher Davis
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