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FYTB
111
Hip-Hop/Rap
FYTB was released on February 6, 2026 by TopRankSaints as a part of the album FYTB - Single
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelTopRankSaints
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ElijahWaunn
ElijahWaunn
Rap
Mekhi Page
Mekhi Page
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ElijahWaunn
ElijahWaunn
Songwriter
Mekhi Page
Mekhi Page
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Holograph Studios
Holograph Studios
Engineer

Lyrics

Huh
What you talkin' bout ****
I just got five K poking out the denim
You say you got archive Rick, **** send it
Can't wait till' my **** is blowin' on semi
Call the bitch Ma, from the same place as Remy
So many Foams would've thought I was Penny
Nine got racks, she wan' kiss on my tennis
My **** deep in the field like a scrimmage
She don't got no titties'
I remember days when I walked with a fifty
Now I got fifties and fifties and thousands
Way that I'm dressing my fit cost a thousand
Ain't no money counter, she manually countin'
Huh, but that shit ain't makin' a difference
I'm like Jordan and savage Pippen
I bought her Dior now the bitch think I'm Christian
Huh
Huh
My bruva' he pray to Allah
I'm on your side you get beat out your socks
Out in Colorado got rocks
I done beat up her back now I'm pourin' a lot
This a Balenci pillow I'm snoring a lot
The bitch can't trust me, said I be whoring a lot
But I don't be on shit but swag
So many sons would've thought I'm a dad
Huh
Huh
What you talkin' bout ****
I just got five K poking out the denim
You say you got archive Rick, **** send it
Can't wait till' my **** is blowin' on semi
Call the bitch Ma, from the same place as Remy
So many Foams would've thought I was Penny
Nine got racks, she wan' kiss on my tennis
My **** deep in the field like a scrimmage
My **** they deep in the field like a scrimmage
**** run up he get popped like a pimple
**** ain't Roddy got racks in the middle
Should've played your role man that shit was simple
Spent five K on some muhfuckin' denim
I love countin' green, bitch I love countin' spinach
These **** ain't with it, them **** be bitches
**** be tippin' and doing that dissin'
I get up on beats start shittin' and pissin'
Nine pop a shroomy my **** he trippin'
VVS diamonds my shit be so drippy
I cash out on garments that came straight from Italy
I'm the biggest you **** could never be little me
Wide body Benz this ain't no Infiniti
Shit, smokin' big za' bitch I blow like a chimney
What you talkin' bout ****
I just got five K poking out the denim
You say you got archive Rick, **** send it
Can't wait till' my **** is blowin' on semi
Call the bitch Ma, from the same place as Remy
So many Foams would've thought I was Penny
Nine got racks, she wan' kiss on my tennis
My **** deep in the field like a scrimmage
Written by: Elijah Reese, Mekhi Page
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