EVERYTHING4ADOT
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Hip-Hop/Rap
EVERYTHING4ADOT was released on April 27, 2026 by 11150098 Records DK as a part of the album EVERYTHING4ADOT - Single
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sugarhill Ddott
Performer
Eusebio Orlando Chissano
Vocals
Roonny Marnalez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eusebio Orlando Chissano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eusebio Orlando Chissano
Engineer
Rowdim Smith
Producer
Lyrics
(****, baow, baow)
I'ma start it like this, **** dissin' my mans? Yeah, they gotta be high (Yeah, they gotta be high)
How you suckin' our dick? You got scapped in the face, and you didn't get back for your mans that died (Nuski)
Say what y'all want about 'Dot, but yall know how Nu' died, **** got punched in the eye (He got punched in the eye)
Yeah, It's been a 'lil minute, I'm back on that timin', yeah, it's free all the (Free all the—), drops, and its free all the slimes (Word to bro, ****)
A-all black with the ski, with the book bag on, I be ready to do it (I be ready to do it)
L-l-like, who the fuck is these new **** dissin'? On bro, yeah, I think that they gotta be stupid (They gotta be stupid)
Don't get it confused if you think I'm a rapper, on bro, yeah, I live what I talk in the music (In the music)
**** keep talkin' on Oot' with the B, they gon' feel how I feel, I ain't makin' excuses (****, baow)
In July 2024, near West 148th
Street and Bradhurst Avenue in Hamilton Heights, prosecutors say members walked up to Tresuan Clements yelling and demanding to know who he was, and where he was from (Nuski)
How you dissin' my friend but your friend got clapped in the back of his head? (Nu—)
In the back of that building, that **** got shot, yeah, I'm smokin' on Bones, yeah, that **** is (Bones, yeah, that **** is—), dead
Its been a 'lil minute since I talked hot, but i got to just let this shit go off my chest, (Fuck that), fuck that
Yeah, I'm still talkin' hot, **** know how i get, yeah, I'm smokin' on X (X bop, ****, baow-baow-baow)
I don't got no respect, **** talkin' on Skii, we gon' troop down the steps (Down the steps)
Word to my dead, they keep sayin' your name, like you didn't get flicky from East to the West (Yeah, from East to the West, ****)
With the Renegade three, tryna show off it's three
Word to bro, he gon' shoot 'til it ain't nothin' left ('Til it ain't nothin' left)
(With the Renegade three, tryna show off it's three)
(Word to bro, he gon' shoot 'til it ain't nothin' l—, left)
First, goes the body, and, then goes the bones, ayy, yo, then all that's left is—, ayy, yo (****, baow-baow-baow)
Word to my deads, yeah, it's still free Scoob
Free all the drops in the can or the tomb (From the tomb to the—)
Wanna bang for the O's, **** talkin' on Oot' with B, **** know how we comin' for you (****, baow-baow-baow)
Chase-down Gang, **** know how we do
Spin through his block, all I see is the blues (Long live Oota B, ****)
One-two step with the gun, I get groovey
Back blocks shootin' the movies (****, baow, baow)
(I'ma start it like this, **** dissin' my mans? Yeah, they gotta be high), (Yeah, they gotta be—, yeah, they gotta be high)
How you suckin' our dick? You got scapped in the face, and you didn't get back for your mans that died (Long live Oota B, ****)
Say what y'all want about 'Dot, but yall know how Nu' died, **** got punched in the eye
Yeah, It's been a 'lil minute, I'm back on that (I'm back on that—), timin', yeah, it's free all the drops, and its free all the slimes (Word to bro, ****, Nuski)
A-all black with the ski, with the book bag on, I be ready to do it
L-l-l-like, who the fuck is these new **** dissin'? On bro, yeah, I think that they gotta be stupid (Yeah, I think that they gotta be—, baow)
Don't get it confused if you think I'm a rapper, on bro, yeah, I live what I talk in the music (Yeah, I live what I talk in the—)
**** keep talkin' on Oot' with the B, they gon' feel how I feel (Feel what I—), I ain't makin' excuses (****, baow-baow,baow)
(How you dissin' my friend but your friend got clapped in the back of his (Back of the—), head?), (Bones)
(In the back of that building, that **** got shot, yeah, I'm smokin' on Bones, yeah that **** is dead), (Boney)
(its been a 'lil minute since I talked hot, but i got to just let this shit go off my chest (Word to my deads), fuck that)
Yeah, I'm still talkin' hot, **** know how i get, yeah, I'm smokin' on X (Yeah, I'm smokin' on—)
You can't silence the truth, it only makes it louder, like, the approaching drumbeat,' Bones (Boom), Bones (Boom), Bones (Boom, ****, baow-baow-baow)
(Hold on, turn the beat off, I have to turn the beat off for this)
(****, suck my dick, ****)
(Fuck y'all **** talkin' about, ****)
(Long live fuckin' Oota B, ****)
Written by: Eusebio Orlando Chissano, Thommas Reuligier

