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DATBOI!
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
DATBOI! was released on January 30, 2026 by Artist Services as a part of the album CRASHDUMMIEZ!
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Release DateJanuary 30, 2026
LabelArtist Services
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLCKK
BLCKK
Vocals
ISSBROKIE
ISSBROKIE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
christian miner
christian miner
Composer
Stephanie Rezendes
Stephanie Rezendes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teenage Disaster
Teenage Disaster
Producer

Lyrics

(You know he's gonna get you, right?)
Check out what I did to that boy
My first mil' 'bouta buy a white tee and a sport
(Who are you talking about?)
And a crib, don't want shit if it ain't in Illinois
Got a pilot on me, bitch, it's not no fuckin' (teenage disaster)
Pushin' new degrees on that other shit
It just got hot outside, I'm sippin' different colors, bitch (ah)
I took that beater, made a baby, not to smother it (yeah)
Okay, we takin' a deep breath
Uh, I'm punching in and that mic
Worth way more than when I got it, uh (yeah)
Do somethin' like me, call back them anarchs if I'm on it, uh (whoa)
Still got what I wanted, I been drinkin', sippin', stop it, uh (yeah)
You really upset 'cause I'm bitter like, you
Uh, I can't come to the phone right now
I'm on fuckin' crack
Uh, yeah
Check in with my verses like there's pills in it (yeah)
Play that shit back, I think I heard a couple deals in it
I keep it simple just in case you couldn't pick it out (yeah)
Unless it's 50 million, tell 'em I don't give a fuck
I gotta remind you who you fuckin' with (wow)
I'm not these bitches on some brother shit (bow, bow)
I take what you sendin' me and double it (whoa)
And hands off, step on whatever you fuckin' struggle with (bitch)
Check out what I did to that boy
My first mil', better buy a white tee and a sport
And a crib, don't want shit if it ain't in illinois
Got a pilot on me, bitch, it's not no fuckin'
BLCKK, take the fucking dildo out of your ass and let me rap
My shit like a truth, that they don't want smoke with me (he-he)
Man, I thought I wouldn't make it 'til I broke 50 (grr-yeah)
60 on the dash, gold chain laid on both titties
And don't you call yourself my bro, if you ain't cut with me (yeah)
Me and BLCKK bring that heater back, it's a cold 50 (grrt)
Paint your bitch like Mona Lisa, I feel like a young DaVinci
Artists in my city, it's mad Dre, it's fuck Drizzy
Most these rappers is mad gay, they fuck Diddy (ayo)
Thorne, pass the stick up to your chick (yeah)
We might run up on your bock
Catch you really tryna start some (grr-bap)
Every bone up in yo' body made of bitch
I don't wanna hear you talkin', 'less you really tryna start some
KARMAMOB inside the Oklahoma crib
We might take his main shit just to get that boy heart's dumb
In the hummer too, I'm emptyin' this maggy
I ain't sippin' 'bout a mars
Least of worries, we on Bart, 'cause (Bart, 'cause)
Check out what I did to that boy (ISSBROKIE)
My first mil', better buy a white tee and a sport (yeah, bitch)
And a crib, don't want shit if it ain't in illinois (yeah)
Got a pilot on me, bitch, it's not no fuckin' (yeah, yeah)
Written by: Stephanie Rezendes, christian miner
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