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GEORGETOWN
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
GEORGETOWN was released on April 10, 2026 by OTB/5TM as a part of the album SHITBAGGER
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelOTB/5TM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
okgutta
okgutta
Rap, Lead Vocals, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James T Crawford
James T Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
okgutta
okgutta
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, John Gutta, yeah
Look both ways before you cross
XD sent the n***a off
Jewish money, Adin Ross I want his head, he's bought
5TM, bitch, I fly the flag like Betsy Ross
Always fuckin' ballin' why my hotel got the loft
Don't do no fuckin' stallin', shot your mans wearin' gauze
I could've stood over, I shot him twice then walked right off
I keep this heater with me, rocket in my Molly Draws
Fuck the judge and fuck the DA, they can lick my balls
Shout out my lawyer, he keep spankin' shit, that's Mr. Ross
I just can't decide which mag to pick to knock you off
I might go banana clip, I could go monkey balls
Put the whip on 24's, I'm rollin' like a boss
All that dissin' shit, you'll pay in blood for that, it cost
She give me brain, I told her suck it slow, she give me slop
Watch how you say my name, you use it wrong, you might get popped
XDS-9, click, click, bang
Swiss cheese him, fill him up with holes
You know that bitch was bleedin
Easy peasy, took his shit, then ran off, he ain't gon' never see me
CDG, my jeans, I can't machine-wash these, I hit the cleaners
Built in laser cut right through the dark, my pistol got the beacon
Roll on side your house, then fan it down, we don't care if you sleepin
I tried clams casino, before they serve me my linguine
Expensive dinner, squid ink pasta with my peach martini
Elbow out the window as I'm drivin' through the city
I didn't even tint the V, so when I ride through, they can see me
Box him in with G17, he gon' meet the end like Steve
I got one tucked up my sleeve, once I pulled it out, they flee
My fit speakin' Japanese, I went Junya everything
There's no safety on this 38, as soon as I click it bang
He got sent up to the heaven gates and then next day it rained
Yeah, this .45's a heavyweight, I swing that major pain
Class 5 Grim Reaper, the designator of your soul, I brought my scythe ridin
After I double-wrap a bird, that bitch goes into hiding
Re-up, get it off, re-up again, My traps constantly cyclin
Every president, that's face is on a bill, is in my pocket
Jet Li ARP, that bitch gon' kick your shoulder outta socket
Ever since I learned to speak, I had them bitches flockin
Long live baby glo he's dead as shit, they tapped him in his noggin
Long Daedae long live Trouble, pistol-totin', bitch, I'll blast it
Free Tae Bandz, I might go post his bail so I can clap him
My moving through the jails, these **** movin' backwards
40-something rounds inside this brand-new dirty ratchet
22-ounce steak, I do not know where to attack it
Every time I get a gun, I get some new attachments
Haaj don't like me cause his bitch done fucked me for my status
It's cool lil' bro, I do not want her no way you could have her
Written by: James T Crawford
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