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Guard Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Guard Up was released on January 16, 2026 by Tuss Records as a part of the album Most Wanted
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Release DateJanuary 16, 2026
LabelTuss Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TrapTussin
TrapTussin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Blanford
Tyler Blanford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ace Lex
Ace Lex
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, you got some pounds, better guard up
We'll come straight through the window, put the bars up
Bruh ain't never towed no V, but he pick cars up
I'm off three different drugs, but I'm not high enough
And I'm runnin' out of breath, you wanna run, ain't chasin' love
And I'm on my last line, last perc, I'm chasin' drugs
And I'm in that wide body, tryin' not to hit the curb
It's like three a.m, I'm like, baby, what's the word, huh
Let me come through, we got unfinished business
She want me inside her mouth, I might as well go be a dentist
She do tricks with her body, got my own lil' gymnast
When I'm off that perc 10, I need a hour just to finish
She ain't tryna wait for shit, she like, boy, get up in it
I'ma let you do your thing, show me everything I'm missin
And I'm noddin, off drink, you tryna talk, but I can't listen
Tryna get it off, I post up with them bowl's in the kitchen
Tryna make some time for you, but I'm in here gettin' off
And they treat me like the doc, I got somethin' for your cough
I got someone to buy it all, it's money hittin' every call
And I've been trappin' all day, I'm tryna get up in them walls
I ain't gotta say a thing, the bitch pullin' off my drawers
Twelve steady on my dick, I'm like, fuck it, we gon' ball
And I'm goin' round for round, me and this girl had a brawl
She want me to hit it raw, I'm like, bitch, hell nah
Oh, you got some pounds, better guard up
We'll come straight through the window, put the bars up
Bruh ain't never towed no V, but he pick cars up
I'm off three different drugs, but I'm not high enough
And I'm runnin' out of breath, you wanna run, ain't chasin' love
And I'm on my last line, last perk, I'm chasin' drugs
And I'm in that white body, tryna not to hit the curb
It's like three a.m, I'm like, baby, what's the word
Written by: Tyler Blanford
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