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cancun.
30
Hip-Hop/Rap
cancun. was released on July 3, 2026 by Independent as a part of the album timepass.
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Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SY
SY
Programming
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Performer
Topaz Jones
Topaz Jones
Performer
Reuben Vincent
Reuben Vincent
Performer
Dan Forte
Dan Forte
Keyboards
Maxwell Hunter
Maxwell Hunter
Guitar
Law
Law
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Topaz Jones
Topaz Jones
Composer
Reuben Vincent
Reuben Vincent
Composer
Sairam Kripasagar
Sairam Kripasagar
Composer
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SY
SY
Producer
Dan Forte
Dan Forte
Co-Producer
Maxwell Hunter
Maxwell Hunter
Co-Producer
Law
Law
Co-Producer
Ekzakt
Ekzakt
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah,
Huh,
Yeah, man
It's a check
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
I be chillin', that's what I tell the hoes even thought I have been wilin'
I'm the villain, I would rob a bank if I ever get super powers
I'm addicted, I got a bad Bitch it's problems, see hoes and I have to knock it
Gucci guru passed novice, kick game like I invented soccer
Fuck a star, wish on me baby and it might just happen on you
I'm a prince, I make apple on you shake ass and clap it on you
All my weed purple, no cloudy diamonds, it's only rain and thunder
Make her paint her nails my favorite color with my name painted under
Deal with fake teeth, fake ass and titties, never got a fake number
Cereal daters, if I can't milk it and she getting corny, I'm flakin' on her
Skate for her, but I just might let her cook if she got that cake on her
She been bakin, and I've been waiting patiently to come soufflé somethin'
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Told shorty I’ll call her later
Another one who want me to incarcerate her
Heard a bump from the trunk, thought the car was breaking
Must be something wrong with the carburetor
All gassed up y’all carbonated
I press record gotta caution tape it
Taught the lesson left you chalk to trace it
It don’t take much get a mark eraser
Mind drawn to another conversation
Half baked burning through the parchment paper
Got the Hoes parched oughta
Part the lake on you pussy **** as a party favor
Uh huh
All in favor say aye
All the ladies say ahh
Hall of fame like A.I.
Got the Cross over potential can’t lie, damn
Euro stepping through the club when it’s packed
You’re a 7 but a 10 when I'm smacked
Pushing and shoving bitch can you relax?
No worries smoking Anderson Paak
Right before I hit my vanishing act
Dj saw me and he ran the shit back
Had to wait for the drop
I’m tryna hit my little dance, but it’s hard with this glock
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Uh,
Too cool for school, brought the drop out to graduation
Don’t trip, Cancun, baby I don't take no vacation,
Loose screw, new tool, shit was dark as a new pair of Ray Buns,
12 comin, play it cool, we ain’t trynna see Fruitvale Station, shit
Who’s really day 1? These days who’s really A1?
Steak is high, on de la soul, **** cooked, they well done
I'm just Rebecca oldest son, I let Jehovah orchestrate shit
Bitch I’m floating, coast to coastin', motorboatin' funds,
The past in the past but **** stuck asses, could never see pass they emotions
They doubling back, they fumbling bags, Brett farve, got the worst turnovers
I’m up when the birds be yawnin’ stretch the arms of mines,
You can call me Otis Redding, ready for the war
I'm upin’ the score on anyone playing opponent
Yeah, we gotta live in the moment,
Why rent it when you can own it
Check the prognosis, tell me now, is it real or show biz?
Cause many don’t know where they soul is
And many don’t know where they home is,
The link on my neck is a homer, but I am the one they callin golden
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Glock inside my pocket fuckin' up my dance moves
I need space to pop my P's in place and play it cool
Got me actin' drunk and fuckin' up in Cancun
Do my two-step, but I can't Bitch move,
I'm serious Bitch, move
Written by: Akeem Hayes, George Jones, Reuben Vincent, Sairam Kripasagar
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