ALL FLATS - JaYy Wick: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

ALL FLATS

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Hip-Hop/Rap

ALL FLATS was released on January 9, 2026 by JaYy Wick / EMPIRE as a part of the album ALL FLATS - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JaYy Wick

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Justin Anderson

Justin Anderson

Composer

Cameron Randal Williams

Cameron Randal Williams

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MGO Cam

Producer

Doc

Recording Engineer

Skyler Gibbons

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, bitch (mom, Cam's choppin' up another one again)

Look, look, look, look, ayy

They be like, "Where you from?" (From)

I tell 'em, "Section Eight" (yeah)

My pops was eatin' fried baloney sandwiches off paper plates (off paper plates)

Grew up on EBT, BET, and GTA (yeah)

My partner got a GED, but make more than our teachers make (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Are ya crazy? Yeah, bitch, this the Dirty South (south)

Everybody 'round this bitch gon' fight, you better watch your mouth (watch your mouth)

Everybody 'round this bitch got pipe, them boys gon' air shit out

I ain't no Boston Ritchey, but we grew up 'round public housing (public housing)

We grew up 'round real steppers and some dope boys (and some dope boys)

Them boys ain't on shit, they don't be making no noise (don't be making no noise)

Them boys ain't on shit, they'll never be as big as us (never, never)

Bitch, I'm the type to bring that shit back home and fuck the city up (yeah, yeah)

Damn (yeah), damn (damn), I used to hustle backwards (ayy)

Now they see me, they like, "There that cool-ass country cracker" (ayy, there he go)

Let me set the record straight (yeah), bitch, I am not no rapper

He can't even sell (no) a zip of weed, that boy is not no trapper

I'm from the South, we drink Coronas on a dirt road (on a dirt road)

Lil' bruh spinnin' in a car he got off Turo (he got off Turo)

My dawg go diesel truck, he like to hear the turbo (vroom)

My white boys screamin' "free Durk" while bumpin' Herbo (free Durk)

Country boy, baby, I need all that (all that)

I'll go hot lemon pepper, ten piece, all flats (no cap)

Conversation with the plug, he hang up and call back

That bitch done served so many bricks, I thought I was on the phone with Shaq, damn (what?)

Ayy, once you cross that line, it ain't no going back (no going back)

I'm Mr. Let's-Get-To-The-Point, ain't going tit-for-tat (I'm not)

Ain't going back and forth, this is not no tennis match (yope)

How I'm always going viral? I don't fuck with the internet (yeah)

Yeah

That's a one take, motherfucker (one take, for real)

In the Yams, in the fuckin' Yams (from Section Eight)

Free Lil D (we came from the circle, free Taylor)

Free Taylor

Bitch

Written by: Cameron Randal Williams, Justin Anderson

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