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Dat Boy
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Dat Boy was released on May 1, 2026 by SoSouth as a part of the album Talk Of The Streets 2
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelSoSouth
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OTB Fastlane
OTB Fastlane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nakia Norman
Nakia Norman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Icemanchamberlain
Icemanchamberlain
Producer
NATO
NATO
Producer

Lyrics

Text me, yeah, drank still pourin’
The money comin’, and the hoes still goin’
I don’t play no games, **** I’m a grown man
I got fucked up bad, the paper had me closed in
I’m so done with your bullshit
All we had was bad times, wasn’t no good shit
Ayy, between me and you, I’m killin’ these boys
And tell the truth, between me and you, I ain’t feelin’ these boys
Had to let go of everything behind me
So I can go forward
I’m the type of **** got score
Put some points on the board
Bitch, I’m a star
Pull your camera out, you see me record
I don’t really fuck with ****, dawg, ‘cause most of them frauds
Prayin’ to God that she get that job, ‘cause she unemployed
I gave out everything I had, but I ain’t gettin’ no awards
Lil’ bro, they hit the store and tripped out, he ain’t get the cigars
Pull up, pop out with them diamonds on, you know you that boy
I’m finna kill these **** ass again, closed casket
**** really trash, that shit ain’t harder than my last shit
Hit my new bitch, these **** couldn’t even hit my last bitch
These hoes look good up on the gram, sellin’ plates and catfish
Ayy, bitch, I wish I would
We the ones that bring that gangsta shit back to the hood
I’m the type of **** they say don’t go there, I still come
Why the fuck you actin’ weird when I be ‘round you feel somethin’?
His shit was a ho back then, best believe she still one
I would never love properly, my childhood was ruined
**** hate Lou, I don’t give no fuck
Timbo boots and my pistol tucked
I’m so tired of all this fake shit, I really had enough
**** this shit’ll get so deep, if you think so, then call my bluff
Have you ever seen your people die and cry and sing it up?
**** robbed me ten years ago, I still want them dead
I told the bitch I don’t feel like fuckin’, I just want some head
I don’t give a fuck how God give it to me, I just want some bread
I hit the corner, seen them lights, and I knew Ned was dead
Was time to kill you, ain’t get in the car, knew you was scared
I’m the type to hunt, delete my Instagram and grow my dreads
Fredo put that pole on a **** in my face
I watched you make that Glock talk when we went on that play
I can’t even fuckin’ eat, got Jack in the Box and said I’m straight
Still think about that shit and still get chills to this day
I know that lil’ shawt with me
I know that lil’ Woe with me
I know that this money won’t come to me, I gotta go and get it
**** show out in front these hoes
They act different with these bitches
Even if I never go platinum, I’m Lil Boosie of the city
Real talk
You know it’s hard to love, it got my heart stained
I’m forever gang
You said you’d never change, it’s crazy to see you change
I’m the one that got the streets, they gon’ tell you fast lane
I’m the one that got the streets
They gon’ tell you fast lane
I’m the one that got the streets
They gon’ tell you fast lane
I’m the one that got the streets
They gon’ tell you fast lane
Written by: Nakia Norman
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