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Throw It Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Throw It Up was released on February 9, 2026 by YRT The Label as a part of the album CEESON1
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AlbumCEESON1
Release DateFebruary 9, 2026
LabelYRT The Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FlaccoCee
FlaccoCee
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
FlaccoCee
FlaccoCee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayozain
Ayozain
Producer

Lyrics

Gotta be ready to die
My brother ain't see him right there, it got me fienin to ride
I'm outside spinnin' every day for what I'm feeling inside
You know the vibes, R.I.P. bro, throw it up
Hold on, wait
He talking crazy, he might stay out the way
He feeling safe, but my knock don't know nun about that trait
He goin' crazy, thinking 'bout if it's gon' be the day
But yesterday? Tsk
Matter fact, he know his place
And I know where he gon' stay, like
Bro, don't run away, like Meek, I'm gon' chase
But not my dreams, but I mean, hey
In my dreams, I seen him sprayed, laying flat missing his brain
Consequences of these games that I'm not playing, and I'm not fazed, like
Oh, he think it's funny? Huh
Till we catch him in the end, now he ain't from it, nah, uh
Go ahead, throw up that shit, you had it coming up
Nah, he ain't stuck up in his ways, he ain't about it
Am I forever gon' be broke? I highly doubt it
I got people depending on me like I make profit
And I won't stop it, I'ma throw my shit up
Like"Ayo, what's poppin?"
First M, I'ma throw my shit up out at the crowd
I'ma see 'em later
I told bro just keep it on this shit get wild
Matter fact, I got my eye on these **** from half a mile
Might take a while, but I got murder on my mind, don't even smile
I seen it now, conversations with my bro, they take our style
Like gangsters on a tee
Might end up happening to me
So I keep all that in my V
This shit is definitely that deep
My brother died, know the real me
Fuck it, I'ma keep it P
Slime them out for the whole week
I'm like the wolf rocking the sheep
Gangster, fuck it, leave the keys
Don't bring your phone, we out on feet
He might just end up under sheets
Like he a bitch, he just deceased
Fuck it, we gon' have a feast
Hopefully they don't call police
My blood was stuck up on a leash
I hold it down when he get free
No more problems stopping me
Dollars count, Monopoly
Do I got options? Probably
I'm YRT, just honestly
I throw that shit up comfortably
Fuck it, you know how it go
Pussy, you know I'ma throw
Like, you know it's for sure
Hold on, wait
He talking crazy, he might stay out the way
He feeling safe, but my knock don't know none about that trait
He goin' crazy, thinking 'bout if it's gon' be the day
But yesterday? Tsk
Matter fact, he know his place
And I know where he gon' stay, like
Bro, don't run away, like Meek, I'm gon' chase
But not my dreams, but I mean, hey
In my dreams, I seen him sprayed, laying flat missing his brain
Consequences of these games that I'm not playing, and I'm not fazed, like
Written by: Flacco Cee
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