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Baby Wallstreet, Bip 2x & Big Bizz

Address It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Address It was released on January 23, 2026 by 448 Empire as a part of the album Real Is Rare

Song Details

AlbumReal Is Rare

Release DateJanuary 23, 2026

Label448 Empire

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM72

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Michael Dashawn Walls

Michael Dashawn Walls

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael Dashawn Walls

Michael Dashawn Walls

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Michael Dashawn Walls

Michael Dashawn Walls

Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We throw fours inside this, bitch, 800, black hoe, we the mob

Free the guys, know all my diamonds shine, 20k, don't waste my time

Slang that iron, they call me top slime, bitch, nevermind

Trapping ain't you, bro, you broke, you better off to go get a job

Now let's address it, don't ask me no questions, bitch, you know we stretched em

Now let's address it, y'all **** diamonds fake, that shit got me disgusted

Let's address it, man, who fucked my bitch's hoes? I got plenty

Let's address it, bitch, we run the city, when it come to drugs, we flood it

Let's address it, fuck you local rappers, I ain't tryna do no songs

Let's address it, first day home, post on my block, still selling bows

Let's address it, **** can't fool me, I know half you **** told

Let's address it, pay the plug his money he front em, bitch, that ain't yours

Let's address it, uh, they want me talk, so let's address it, uh

Fell in love with these streets, my ****, I gave this shit my all

They told me trapping wouldn't work, bitch, I can't tell, I made it far

I went to jail, I caught a charge, locked in that cell, still slinging hard

I stand tall, prison didn't change me, ****, made me wanna trap even more

Bitch, I put on a hoe, I ain't got no feelings, I admit, bitch, I'm a dog

Know I sell raw, fuck a nine to five, mama, this the life that I chose

Man, fuck parole, I keep a pole, ****, man, I swear, that's all I know

Up the score, ain't shit free, baby, now I'm charging for the show

Motherfuck a hoe, yes, yup, to the ceiling, bitch, it's stuck

P.O. told me take a piss, ****, and I shitted in a cup

Bitch, I go dumb, admit I'm one to one, I'm thuggin, won't go for none

I tell her, come, she come, you ask, how high, bitch, when I tell you, jump

Now let's address it, bitch, who would've guessed it

I'm rich, this shit was destined, let's address it

You let **** pressure, you ain't gangsta, bitch, you checked in

Let's address it, bitch, my diamonds real I dare, a ****, try and check it

Let's address it, I fuck plenty hoes, I bet my bitch won't question it, ****

Okay, let me talk

I sell bows and I catch hats, don't fuck with me, I'll get you bought

My **** slime he, drop a ten, I drop a dub

Hoe fuck the cost, you catch a hat, don't say a word

Just keep it real, what I was taught

Don't talk to me, less you talkin money, I'm the one these **** hate

I'm the one, I go by double V, I'll never wear nothing fake

If I go broke today, it'll never show, I'll make some shake

These **** talk, but ain't on nun, I'm the type, put that shit in they face

Yes, yup, fuck your hoe and now you mad, I don't give no fuck

I got plenty hoes and my money long, that's why they don't fuck with us

Lost two hundred thou and my diamond chain, this time I doubled up

Don't hit my line, if you still broke, I'm tired of hearing you fucking up

Let's address it, plug so lit he'll, send five hundred, I'm too invested

Let's address it, fucking hoes and getting money, my only fetish

Let's address it, play you die, I ain't going for nothing, you better bet it

Let's address it, post up in my hood, I'm the richest for my section, ****

Okay, let me talk

Yeah, let's address it, yeah, I fucked this bitch, he mad, he seen the message

Let's address it, I fucked pretty hoes, but these bad bitches be messy

Let's address it, hoes love me, I'm rich as fuck, you let them tell it

I can't give my lo bitch, meet me at the telly

This bitch got two hundred on the dash, I fuck around wreck it

Them folks ain't know that bizzle got that bag, you better tell them some

Can't take no days off when I'm in that trap, bitch, we ain't letting up

You ain't never seen a hundred fucking bags inside a Chevy truck

Yeah, yes, yup, I'm still that same **** from the buck

I got pull like Tug of War around this bitch, I get shit touched

Let's address it, I got pape so it ain't shit to press that button

Let's address it, we the ones who run this shit, we got shit flooded

Written by: Michael Dashawn Walls

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