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Stroganoff
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stroganoff was released on June 12, 2026 by T&G Records as a part of the album Tweaked and Geeked
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelT&G Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Vocals
Luke Hackett
Luke Hackett
Vocals
Parker Woods
Parker Woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Songwriter
Luke Hackett
Luke Hackett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kale Derwin
Kale Derwin
Producer, Recording Engineer
Luke Hackett
Luke Hackett
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pemdas, you're crazy
Whip the dope and stir it up and serve it, yeah I'm trappin
Seal it up in UPS and get the money stackin
They say"how you get this paper?" Bitch, you know I'm taxin
Get the money, sniff the oxy, bitch I'm fly Aladdin
Bitch, I serve the dope, you cannot knock me off, huh
Sniff the perks and sell the snow, bitch I'm noddin' off
Bitch, I'm slippin' lean, I'm tryna kick this cough
Hit you with the beam, I'll knock your noggin' off
Bitch, your brains are splattin, like some beef stroganoff
That bitch, she goin' platinum, the way she stroke me off
That bitch, she give me top, yeah fuck twelve, fuck them cops
Pull up in that dropk, I'm finna knock you off
Huh, yeah, yeah
B-L-C-G, head to toe, know I'm fuckin' tote
.762 chamber pole, thirty rounds is loaded
Choppa eatin' like the Pope, lobster, steak and gold
Put Margiela on your bitch, she like the flashy role
Flashy rollie pollie on my fuckin' wrist
VV, VVs on my body whippin' widebody kits
I got CCS bitches textin' me, askin' me to hit
Smokin' trees, purple flowers, bitch I'm off on that organic
I'm whippin' out wide body kit, SRT, leave em' in a different state
Bitches pullin' up, ah, open up, gates
Bitch, I'm pullin' up my pants, money addin' up like weights
Forty-five, twenty-five, thirty-five K
I got dividends, I got money, gettin' more today
She get what she want, 'cause she do whatever I say
I get what I want, yeah, cause I keep on gettin' paid
Two-tone on my tongue, yeah, woah, I can't feel my face
Geekin' hard, tweakin, huh, yeah, I think that shit was laced
She be giving' brain, I'm bout to explode, boom
Lil' bitch want a trip, off a two-tone
Woah, I'm on a mission, like Double O
Whip the dope and stir it up and serve it, yeah I'm trappin
Seal it up in UPS and get the money stackin
They say"how you get this paper?" Bitch, you know I'm taxin
Get the money, sniff the oxy, bitch I'm fly Aladdin
Bitch, I serve the dope, you cannot knock me off, huh
Sniff the perks and sell the snow, bitch I'm noddin' off
Bitch, I'm slippin' lean, I'm tryna kick this cough
Hit you with the beam, I'll knock your noggin' off
Bitch, your brains are splattin, like some beef stroganoff
That bitch, she goin' platinum, the way she stroke me off
That bitch, she give me top, yeah fuck twelve, fuck them cops
Pull up in that dropk, I'm finna knock you off
Written by: Kale Derwin, Luke Hackett
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