iCarly - Yung Jewla: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

iCarly

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Punk

iCarly was released on January 16, 2026 by 1436869 Records DK as a part of the album (G.O.A.T) GREATEST OF ALL TRAPPERS

Song Details

Album(G.O.A.T) GREATEST OF ALL TRAPPERS

Release DateJanuary 16, 2026

Label1436869 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM119

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Yung Jewla

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Anthony Desean Lewis

Anthony Desean Lewis

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Malikthapluggg

Producer

Lyrics

Ha

Damn Leek this the one

Ha

You know they ain't think i could do this shit

I had to tell these ****, man

This shit all about making the non-believers believers, ****

I swear

You know what I'm saying

Gotta keep the foot on the gas

I don't know shit about a break, yeah

YungPlug the motherfucking gang, bitch

Yung Jewla the motherfucking name, ****

Ayy, I take that pack beat the block like I'm crazy

Really grew round trappers and nun but takers

I take ya bitch fly her out to Jamaica

Got a plug out VA who keep sending me flavors

I put my dick in the ribs bet I fuck her

So good that I damn near done woke up the neighbors

And I did this shit by my motherfucking self

I ain't ask for no handouts or motherfucking favors

I might walk in this spot on some low-key shit

But you know I'm surrounded by gangsters

I beat that pot like I'm slaving

Get em knocked off the point of a finger

Just might fly out to Oakland where Dey hitting hard

No, I ain't talking bout no raiders

Stacking racks ain't got no time to lay up

From day one, pushing p been a playa

Yeah yeah ayyye

33 shots in my Glock Scottie Pippen

Paint a fuck **** head like Dennis Rodman

He thought shit was cool so I went head and robbed em

At the top, bitch, I came a long way from the bottom

Cartier told me get him so you know I got him

Good za , some drink get me out of my body

Took a pound broke it down cause they left me know option hmmm yeah ayeee

Bitch pussy too good, I might buy her a carti

Came up selling that white girlni got that !carly

Yeah, I'm strapped up with choppers, ain't talking no harleys hmmm hmm yeahhh

Ayy, she on my dick cause she like how I pop it

Too many racks shit can't fit in no wallet

I'm a real deal plug, give a fuck bout a socket

Ask bout me in the streets, bet they say I'm the hottest

I'm the trending topic, so I know that they watching

I keep one in the head, ain't no reason to cock it

Gucci my drip, I designer my body

Hmmm yeaaa ayyeee

From day one, mama knew I was gonna be a problem

Keep my foot on the gas, I don't know about no brakes

Might hit Houston and ball like them motherfucking Rockets

Ayy, yeah

And the way that I'm going ain't no way I'm stopping

I can't tell you my moves cause I'm moving in silence

Pop out dressed in all black, make you think that I'm gothic hmmm yeah ayyyeeee

Stay down with this shit when this shit was getting rocky

I wake up every morning, get fly like a pilot

Sipping drank, hitting 100, getting head while I'm driving

He trying to be me, but he just an imposter

Ain't talking bout tea, but I told her to clock it

Yeah, I used to wear Hanes, now these drawers is Versace

Got lil Q in the cut wit that glee if they plotting

Said she want some boot up, I gave her some molly

Pull up with a driver, used to ride a trolley

Mix the water with soda, you know you can lock it

Now I'm back on the road, had no choice but to lock in

Yeah, I got the keys like a motherfucking locksmith

Say he sending the lo but that boy never dropped it

Ain't no gremlin, you know I'm surrounded by goblins

Dare em Play with the gang, bet he end up a target

Throwing salt on my name, really made me go harder

I'm the one called the play, I feel like I'm coach Carter

I take that pack beat the block like I'm crazy

Really grew round trappers yea none but takers

I take ya bitch fly her out to Jamaica

Gotta plug out VA who keep sending me flavors

I put my dick in the ribs bet I fuck her so good

That I damn near done woke up the neighbors

And I did this shit by my motherfucking self

I ain't ask for no handouts or motherfucking favors

I might walk in the spot on some low-key shit

But you know I'm surrounded by gangsters yeah

I beat that pot like I'm slaving

Get em knocked off the point of a finger

Just might fly out to Oakland where they hitting hard

No, I ain't talking about no raiders

Stacking racks, ain't got no time to lay up

From day one, pushing p been a playa

Thanks for watching

Written by: Anthony Desean Lewis

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