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die!
Hip-Hop/Rap
die! was released on June 5, 2026 by Industry Plant Records as a part of the album the die win chic ї2½ codе
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelIndustry Plant Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Broastar
Broastar
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hlib Pryimachenko
Hlib Pryimachenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hlib Pryimachenko
Hlib Pryimachenko
Producer

Lyrics

Hit her raw, I fucked that ho to bed
Ain't my dog, ****, not my pet
Money tall, stack it up like check
**** said I wouldn't make it, bet
How I feel? I never take the test
Amen, I close the cases, yes
He be talkin' real tough on the internet (Drugs)
He a pussy, ain't tryna get into that
Pussy ****, he goin' like tit for tat
I just roll up your mans in a pack
Heard your ho got a friend, where she at?
I'm with your ho, had to kick back
I'm with your ho, had to kick back
Brand-new stick, told 'em, "Get back"
Brand-new stick, told 'em, "Get back," yeah
Huh, your mans died, get your get-back
**** wanna talk, fuck the chit-chat
I break a band like a KitKat
I break a band like a KitKat
I took your ho, you's a bitch mad
I took your ho, you's a bitch mad
Fuck these hoes, I told 'em, "Go get racks"
Cannot get it this way, it's passed
Better not get in my way, get back
Make 'em turn they head, whiplash
I go Ben 10, my wrist flash
I got racks, ****, I got hella cash
I want the racks, I chase the bag
I want the racks, I chase the 'em
She want my dick, tell that ho, "Better take it"
You got no money, no racks you be makin'
I want the racks, I chase the bag
I want the racks, like— pfft
Lookin' at me, I know you mad
I know you want, yeah, what I have
Got a bitch and I told her to throw it back
If you want me to spend this cash on her
I'm goin' up, cannot tell me nothin'
And I'm never gon' come back here, oh nah (Drugs)
Uh, ah, move to the side
You in my way, you been so quiet
I don't know why, no, I don't like it
Get the fuck out, do you hear them sirens?
Take your Blackout, take your Blackout
Yeah, where the opps at? Yeah, we gon' blow
Ridin' around town grippin' my pole
Feelin' like Punisher, we get 'em gone
They like BroA$taR, yeah-yeah, no way
I'm outside and I gotta get paid
I'm outside, I'm outside
We outside when it starts gettin' late
We so high, we so high
Smokin' that gas, I don't know no strain
I just wanna smoke, I just wanna vibe
Hit her raw, I fucked that ho to bed
Ain't my dog, ****, not my pet
Money tall, stack it up like check
**** said I wouldn't make it, bet
How I feel? I never take the test
Amen, I close the cases, yes
He be talkin' real tough on the internet (Drugs)
Written by: Hlib Pryimachenko
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