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DRAGVOLTA
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Hip-Hop/Rap
DRAGVOLTA was released on May 23, 2026 by 5936987 Records DK2 as a part of the album DRAGVOLTA - Single
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Release DateMay 23, 2026
Label5936987 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM168

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
voltaa
voltaa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
voltaa
voltaa
Songwriter
prodbyyfx on insta
prodbyyfx on insta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
voltaa
voltaa
Producer
Y.FX
Y.FX
Co-Producer

Lyrics

He talk shit, we takin hats
We slide once, ain't slidin back
Dior kicks, my pockets fat
YSL that's on my ass
YSL that's on the pants
Got Rick Owens on my feet
He talk sweet, then he minced meat
He just tweet, we strike on feet
I put switchy on my dick
And Balenci my whole fit
He talk shit, that button click
I up my fye on his whole clique
I'm Chinese with this chopstick
He keep jawing, hit with blick
You only draw with a pencil, I keep drawing out my sig
His bitch all up on my body, eat me up like parasites
He keep chewing fat 'bout me, then know I got him in my sights
I feel sum like Drag 'cause we walk blocks and got too many strikes
Can't wait 'til they free my pops up out the box, we takin flight
I roll percs and weed, now I been high as fuck for three whole days
I had to go find a new bitch, ho got me stuck in my old ways
You ain't ever up the switch on blocks where you can't show your face
I'm way too fried, I can't feel my face
I see opps then I take chase
You keep jawing on your lives and I might catch you at your place
AR came with stock, but shit ain't stock, no, I don't keep shit base
I pop too many percs, now I feel my heartbeat start acting strange
I get high up off this planet and then I forget my name
My name Volta
I got Ruger in this holster
I'm the goat, no, I can't hold ya
I been too lit, yes, I told ya
And I feel like Russ the way I put a pussy on a poster
I'm too iced out, bitch, I'm polar
I put lean and percs up in my soda
Bro keep drac tucked in the sofa
I pop pills 'til I'm slouched over
Way too geeked, can't keep composure
I slide blocks, don't need a motive
I smoke weed that's way too potent
I up switch on my opponent
I stack bread 'cause I can't fold it
He had the bag, then fucking sold it
He talk shit, we takin hats
We slide once, ain't slidin back
Dior kicks, my pockets fat
YSL that's on my ass
YSL that's on the pants
Got Rick Owens on my feet
He talk sweet, then he minced meat
He just tweet, we strike on feet
I put switchy on my dick
And Balenci my whole fit
He talk shit, that button click
I up my fye on his whole clique
I'm Chinese with this chopstick
He keep jawing, hit with blick
You only draw with a pencil, I keep drawing out my sig
Written by: prodbyyfx on insta, volta can count
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