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NSD
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Hip-Hop/Rap
NSD was released on February 11, 2026 by W4th Records as a part of the album Designer Junkie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sk8star
Sk8star
Vocals
Tezzus
Tezzus
Performer
diamond*
diamond*
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jcorey king
Jcorey king
Songwriter
Elijah Zaire Smith
Elijah Zaire Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No Saint
No Saint
Producer
Philippe Goudiaby
Philippe Goudiaby
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
2000 dollars
Just for a wooping because it's chanel on my belt
Everytime them **** start dissin we pull up and give them the belt
I'm spreading blue hundreds down both of my arms
For times I didn't have no help
**** keep worrying bout my hoes and my money
Fuck **** worry bout yourself
I know she a freak I don't ask bout her bodies
Her face is unique and that bitch got a body
She dance on that pole but she also in college
Chanel and Givenchy I'm fly as a pilot
Glock and the drake 'cause I'm tired of fighting
I pulled out the trojan I had to one night it
I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest
Everything funny till **** start dyin
[Verse 1]
Everything funny till **** go missin'
We got glocks, sticks, and switches
My shooter spend do a 360
This hoe gon suck on my dick then she kiss it
Iced out my chain dis bit cane from Richie
Cut that hoe off 'cause dat bit was too mixey
Stack up the hundreds it look like a midget
Uppin the score ya we been blitzing
[Verse 2]
Pussy ass **** better not flinch
I used to take all that shit like the grinch
These **** a hoe this **** a bitch
We havin dope we having stench
28 grams I can turn into a brick
Too many lambs I can pull up in a fish
Too many cameras im too lit
I'm trying to fuck this bitch she pissed
[Verse 3]
I got this freak
And she wit whatever she gone let me get in her throat
I just been swaggin through all my endeavors
I went up and got me some gold
I'm slimey as ever no matter the weather
You play then I'm wiping your nose
And you can go ask the opps
Belt to ass we upping the score
[Chorus]
2000 dollars
Just for a wooping because it's chanel on my belt
Everytime them **** start dissin we pull up and give them the belt
I'm spreading blue hundreds down both of my arms
For times I didn't have no help
**** keep worrying bout my hoes and my money
Fuck **** worry bout yourself
I know she a freak I don't ask bout her bodies
Her face is unique and that bitch got a body
She dance on that pole but she also in college
Chanel and Givenchy I'm fly as a pilot
Glock and the drake 'cause I'm tired of fighting
I pulled out the trojan I had to one night it
I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest
Everything funny till **** start dyin
Written by: Elijah Zaire Smith, Jcorey king
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