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Bardio 2
425
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bardio 2 was released on March 6, 2026 by SND Village as a part of the album Bardio Pack - Single
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Release DateMarch 6, 2026
LabelSND Village
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dear Silas
Dear Silas
Rap
Cookie Stapleton
Cookie Stapleton
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Silas Stapleton III
Silas Stapleton III
Songwriter
Darrin Carl Givens p/k/a Flywalker
Darrin Carl Givens p/k/a Flywalker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Silas Stapleton III
Silas Stapleton III
Co-Producer
Darrin Carl Givens p/k/a Flywalker
Darrin Carl Givens p/k/a Flywalker
Producer
Shell Enns
Shell Enns
Co-Producer

Lyrics

My bae is so bad, I get her hair did and her toes done
She thank me by hoppin' off in that tub, like she Rev Run, I'm guessin
You lookin' at me like, this **** I ain't heard of
Turn your bible up to ACTS 16, I'm Silas, I went to the prison, with Paul
Bitch, I am appalled, fuck it, I need applause
I been shittin' on top of these **** so much, I travel with a stall
No jersey but I ball
Even if you had a collar around your neck, couldn't be my dog
Hell naw, said I pull up with them bars, but I ain't do no calisthenics
I been killin' rappers, caught a case, but I can't do no sentence
Y'all need some repentance, might give you forgiveness
Be clear, this my dad house, y'all **** just tennants
I'm finished, ain't goin' back and forth like I'm playin' tennis
These **** on my nuts like puppy tongue, get out my pinnace, I mean penis
Would call these **** my son, but you my fetus
When it comes to makin' millions huh, I fill up that bin, I think I'm Regis
Deposit that in regions, but back to the battlefield
Tote that steel, holdin' up my flag, my flag, now pledge allegiance
Ah-ah, you know what, when it come to beef, I leave it, cause I'm vegan
JK need my wings wit' season, that's a egregious huh
I don't need no hook, now put that track off in the sequence
Shinin' like I'm Joseph Jackson's son, look at this sequins
You ain't got no defense, I'm Barkley up in Phoenix
I pick up my horn like I put Louis on the remix
(Dear Silas plays trumpet)
Uh, ayy, da-da-da-da-da-da
Bitch, shut the fuck up, whinin' about that bullshit
Grab a drank and po' up, we gon' turn up, shonuff
Be ready when I roll up, Homer Simpson in that whip
How I dip dem donuts, get doh, a feature is not low
My manager do not answer, unless three zeros behind that
Comma, better not go below, like a stripper on that pole
Cause when that speaker box is thumpin', you get love below
Ice Cold, I said now I forgot to mention
That I'm what the game been missin', I might name my son
Ahem, so these **** pay attention
Fuck that shit, go missin', erase you from my dimension
I really wished yo' daddy believed more in semen retention
Damn, Luke I keep forgettin' that I am your father
I done called up Maury Po-Povich and told him I'm sorry
Anyway runnin' circles round' you like Sha'Carri, not Sha'Cahrri
Had to tell you that ain't it, now you Safaree
Charly (charlemagne)
(Dear Silas plays trumpet)
Written by: Silas Stapleton III
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