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Tech Deck
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tech Deck was released on December 17, 2025 by $krilla!RunItUp as a part of the album Tech Deck - Single
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
Label$krilla!RunItUp
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
$krilla!
$krilla!
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mykael Kilby
Mykael Kilby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
$krilla!
$krilla!
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Baggy pass the FN, the S/N get scratched fast
If the opps pussy we gone make em take cat naps
We poppin out at night like we takin out trash bags
I call him Eddie Murphy he be actin like a jackass
You aim for the chest while im tryna catch head taps
$krilla! run it up, i ain’t studdin no set backs
I heard you the type to answer questions that a fed ask
With hard evidence i’m still screaming “i ain’t said that”
The N2O switch the pitch, ain’t no change up
I think dude a burger, like a Whopper he get flamed up
I call bro Picasso, on your block he gone paint stuff
The blick got a dick, like a tranny keep that thing tucked
Got it off the work, i ain’t even boutta thank luck
We goin in masked, in then out, they can’t blame us
Rollin up the blunt fat as hell, got that Game stuffed
The whip got the horses that’ll make you buy a stage clutch
$krilla! in this bitch i leveled up i feel like Mario
Drop the tape im runnin up im feelin like it’s cardio
The horses in the whip but i ain’t talkin bout Ferrari tho
My watch bump the soda now my mf Starry froze
Bitch i’m on my grind, finger boarding, no Tech Deck
Laughing in they face while they sending out death threats
The snooze button pressed now them boys stuck on bed rest
I heard bro a rat, like Remy on that chef head
$krilla! plugged in like i’m finna get my phone charged
The clip on my blick like my bit made my bone hard
I ship in them zips like a mf post card
Whippin up them Byrdes like Marty from Ozark
I don’t fw 5.0 like ‘99 Mustangs
His shit lookin clapped like his bumper got rust stains
They kick down my door the drugs go down the tub drain
We droppin they bodies like we droppin subframes
Burnin up the track like it’s June wearing sweater vests
If we was birds i’d prolly have the better nest
The main got the WAP, but the side got the wetter neck
Put the beam on him like a mf WeatherTech
Runnin shit up til my legs fucking fall off
When Baggy pull up he strapped up w dat sawed off
We smokin dead crackas like mf Paul Malls
And cut bitches off like a Milwaukee sawzaw
My gut poking out like i sip heavy booze
The lean bottle leakin like a Chevy Cruze
He poppin fake pills, off that fetty he snooze
These crackas be slippin, they wear sweaty shoes
Written by: Mykael Kilby
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