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Tote
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tote was released on April 9, 2026 by PFW as a part of the album From
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AlbumFrom
Release DateApril 9, 2026
LabelPFW
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WRECKM
WRECKM
Vocals, Synthesizer, Drum Machine
krashhk1t
krashhk1t
Synthesizer, Drum Machine, Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Ayson
Jacob Ayson
Songwriter
Austin Radliff
Austin Radliff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WRECKM
WRECKM
Producer, Engineer
krashhk1t
krashhk1t
Producer

Lyrics

WRECKM
Yeah
Phew, phew
Phew
Bleh
Fashion money, I need to make more
Need my daily dose
Walk in the store and I waste all my money on clothes
Walk in and my bag is Rick, yeah, it says it on the tote
Spend a few bands on Rick just to put it on my toes
Silver my wrist, ice on my neck, bitch my shit is froze'
Black on my shoes and jacket, walk in the spot and I look like crow
We only wear Guidi 'round here bitch, don't rock shit from The Row
I can show you the path to swag, I can put you on the road
I can be on some bullshit but I can never be broke
Sami just hit me up, three hundred more pendants, yeah, they just got sold
Upside-down cross on my neck, it's made of white gold
And the diamonds look like tears, all they do is mope
Ay, phew, phew
Phew
Phew
Phew
You can ask where I got this but you can't get it
Check just hit, let me celebrate, huh, where's the confetti?
Two bands and I spent it all on jewelry, no I ain't bet it, phew
Two bands and I spent it all on jewelry, no I ain't bet it
Archive clothes make my fit cost like two thousand
White diamonds look like snow, we climbing up a mountain
Speeding down the highway, yeah, and I ain't rerouting
I just left the jacket in my car because it's way too cloudy
Your fit way too bad to enter, no, you ain't allowed in
Too many lames around me, yeah, this shit is way too crowded
All you do is lie, you way too lame, you ain't about shit
Huh, phew, yeah you ain't about shit
Ay, phew, phew
Phew
Phew
Phew
Fashion money, I need to make more
Need my daily dose
Walk in the store and I waste all my money on clothes
Walk in and my bag is Rick, yeah, it says it on the tote
Spend a few bands on Rick just to put it on my toes
Silver my wrist, ice on my neck, bitch my shit is froze'
Black on my shoes and jacket, walk in the spot and I look like crow
We only wear Guidi 'round here bitch, don't rock shit from The Row
I can show you the path to swag, I can put you on the road
I can be on some bullshit but I can never be broke
Sami just hit me up, three hundred more pendants, yeah, they just got sold
Upside-down cross on my neck, it's made of white gold
And the diamonds look like tears, all they do is mope
Bitch I don't know you, who you think you are talking to me?
Oh you want the sauce? Well, Ima have to make you pay a lil' fee
We making them racks, we making them racks, we upping the green (huh, ay)
Step outside with these gemstones on and I watch them gleam
Wearing some shit that you haven't heard of and you might not ever
If I don't fuck with you then you get cut off, lil' bitch you severed (huh)
I used to be broke, I hit a lil' switch, I hit a lil' lever (huh)
You way too damn broke, I made your whole life in a single September
I'm wearing designer shoes with some shit that I got from the thrift (huh, huh)
I gave all my friends precious metals for Christmas, yeah, that is my gift (ay, ay)
Speeding down Beltway 8, lil' bitch I don't take no Lyft (ay, ay)
Speeding down Beltway 8, I ain't going slow, bitch, I'm swift
I'm with Austin and Adam, we downtown in places you don't even know (ay, ay)
I'm in downtown Houston rocking designer you don't even own (huh, huh)
All you do is bite my swag, lil' bitch you are my clone (huh, huh)
All you do is complain but you won't do anything, sweet as a scone (ay, ay)
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace cologne
Designer's the only thing that I like to put on
Made like four bands off a design I made on my phone (ay, ay)
Spent some of that money off designs on some fancy stones
Bitch I don't know you, who you think you are talking to me?
Oh you want the sauce? Well, Ima have to make you pay a lil' fee
We making them racks, we making them racks, we upping the green (huh, ay)
Step outside with these gemstones on and I watch them gleam
Wearing some shit that you haven't heard of and you might not ever
If I don't fuck with you then you get cut off, lil' bitch you severed (huh)
I used to be broke, I hit a lil' switch, I hit a lil' lever (huh)
You way too damn broke, I made your whole life in a single September
Written by: Austin Radliff, Jacob Ayson
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