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rot
Hip-Hop/Rap
rot was released on May 28, 2026 by the music never ends as a part of the album rot - Single
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Release DateMay 28, 2026
Labelthe music never ends
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
jarri
jarri
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Marcelin
Jeremiah Marcelin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jarri
jarri
Mastering Engineer
GloryPluggz
GloryPluggz
Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I make like, way too much motherfucking bands
**** tryna push up on me with no plan
And I be off a X, bitch, I be off a Xan
I stay on that jet, I don't know where I land
I got a Glock (I got a Glock)
That boy gon' rot (that boy gon' rot)
Bitch, I'm up at the top (up at the top)
I got way too much guap (way too much guap)
You can't get what I got (can't get what I got)
Bitch, you cannot touch my pole (pole)
One thing I need is just gettin' that dough (gettin' that dough)
Bitch, I hopped into that Ghost (skrrt)
I got shooters on the road (on the road)
Fucking that ho, she gon' miss me, bitch
My money dance, it get schwifty, bitch
I'm finna pull out my blicky, bitch
H-ho got my line, she gon' hit me, bitch
She hitting me up, yeah (she hitting me up)
You don't got no luck, yeah (don't got no luck)
I hop in that truck (hop in that truck)
Skrrt and I don't give no fucks (and I don't give no fucks)
Me and my gang trying to hit us a lick (hit us a lick)
And you done ran out of luck (and you ran out of luck)
I got them bands and stuff (bands, bands)
M-my pockets stamped, they stuffed (stamped, they stuffed)
Send like two shots to your head
Spray that new tank, then I see lot of red
And the gas is too much, you can't hide from the feds
Everytime that I pull up, I'm finna go flex
Everytime that I pull up, your bitch sends a text
I'ma go 'head and spray this shit, don't know what's next
And I be with my dogs, but I'm not at no vet
And I shoot no ACOG, 'cause, lil' bitch, I'm a vet
And I don't know where you at, but I'm with my twin
If you say the wrong thing, guarenteed you'll get hit
I got way too much shit I put up in my spliff
I'ma push up on that boy, I'm taking that risk
I got a Glock (I got a Glock)
That boy gon' rot (that boy gon' rot)
Bitch, I'm up at the top (up at the top)
I got way too much guap (way too much guap)
You can't get what I got (can't get what I got)
Bitch, you cannot touch my pole (pole)
One thing I need is just gettin' that dough (gettin' that dough)
Bitch, I hopped into that Ghost (skrrt)
I got shooters on the road (on the road)
You cannot get like this, cannot wear my fits
You can't fuck my bitch, you cannot get rich
I get all this cash, I feel like Richie Rich
I just pulled up with that heater (heater)
On my wave 'cause they follow the leader (leader)
Pulled up inside that 'Vette, that two-seater (seater)
All these pussy **** bottom feeders (skrrt; feeders)
Making these racks, okay (racks, okay)
Told that ho "throw it back, okay" ("throw it back, okay")
Cooking up in that trap, okay (trap, okay)
You can't get your shit back, okay (back, okay)
And I'm running these laps, okay
I be the best in this track, okay
I fucked that bitch from the back, okay
Jugging your shit, got a mask, okay
Told that **** "catch a hat," okay
I took your shit (I took your shit)
And I'm in this whip (and I'm in this whip)
You cannot touch on my pole (can't touch on my pole)
You not getting no shit (not getting no shit)
I'ma hop in that Rolls (hop in that Rolls)
Got diamonds on my wrist (diamonds on my wrist)
These **** be smellin' like piss (piss)
These **** be making me sick (sick)
Y'all don't know how I be coming
I got that Choppa, that mag, gonna dump shit
Lil' freaky ho wanna come in that function
I pop a Perc', now I can't even function (can't even)
Jugging that shit 'til that **** got nothing
I told that little bitch "quit all the rushin'"
I got your bitch, then you know I be busting
Walk him down, ****, don't got time for hunting
I got a Glock (I got a Glock)
That boy gon' rot (that boy gon' rot)
Bitch, I'm up at the top (up at the top)
I got way too much guap (way too much guap)
You can't get what I got (can't get what I got)
Bitch, you cannot touch my pole (pole)
One thing I need is just gettin' that dough (gettin' that dough)
Bitch, I hopped into that Ghost (skrrt)
I got shooters on the road (on the road)
(I got a Glock-Glock)
(That boy gon' rot-rot)
(Up at the top-top)
(Way too much guap-guap)
(Can't get what I got-got, pole)
(Gettin' that dough)
(Skrrt, rot)
Written by: Jeremiah Marcelin
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