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Lifting Weights
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Hip-Hop
Lifting Weights was released on July 29, 2026 by No More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna as a part of the album Lifting Weights - Single
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Release DateJuly 29, 2026
LabelNo More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DCG BROTHERS
DCG BROTHERS
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DCG BROTHERS
DCG BROTHERS
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SpankOnnaBeat
SpankOnnaBeat
Producer
Jacob “Yung Savoye” Swindell
Engineer

Lyrics

(Spank on the beat) don't stop, don't stop
15 months in the can, you know? (I ain't lost nothin', man)
Beat that shit up, came right back home, you know
Got my mental straight, got my body straight physically (high all the time, but I ain't lost nothin')
(Drum Dealers)
I ain't lost shit, not my nitch, not a bitch (ain't lost shit)
I went to jail and lost my switch, that's the only thing lost (only motherfuckin' thing)
Who ain't like that? My bitch ass is the only thing soft (only thing soft)
I took this chain me and watch, my 'fit the only thing I bought (I took it off)
I heard a lot of shit they said about a **** (yeah, yeah)
She the type to suck some dick just to get bread up out a **** (bum-ass ho)
I'm the type to pay my mans a hundred grand to go and spin (yeah)
Hop out blam until he fall and cut the head off a killer (get his ass, get him, get him, get him)
What's good? **** always tellin' us to pull up, but to what hood? (Where you at?)
Shout out Mayski, that's dank shit, broski, a new shook (shout out Mayski)
My youngins hit the freight train, them shorties the shoe plug (they bros)
I got rich and went broke, I'm back on a new run (yeah, i'm back)
I got locked up with a.40, I just got a new gun (got a new gun)
Beside, bless you with a Drac', this bitch hot as two suns
But it only fuck ****, I call this bitch Tucson (kill ****)
If he broke and always askin' for some pussy, boo, run (run, boo, run, boo)
If you tired of cryin' about your dead guys, do somethin' (ayy)
Ay, I just came home yesterday, I was liftin' weights
Today, I'm liftin' up my Drac', tomorrow, I'm tryna catch a face (catch his ass)
For a spoon, a bar, I coulda got you shanked in a day (man, shank his ass)
For a page, oh, your ass would've died on the yard (would've died)
Don't ask me shit about Fessel, that's my brother, no regards
The opps remind me of dogs, some bite, some bark (them **** hoes)
I'm 'posed to shoot him 'cause I ain't wanna break my hood heart
The killers love me and I ain't wanna break my hood apart
I went to jail and got stopped, they say, "You famous" (Go to who?)
Go to PC, when my hood heard about it, they started spinnin' like a CD
First day out, I want a DE, hire a lawyer, not a PD (Not a who?)
You the side bitch nobody ever want, you some green beans (bitch)
Speak on Shun if your music weak and you need streams (yeah)
We tryna smoke an opp that be rappin', bitch, we kill dreams (we tryna kill)
I'm happy I'm home, jail made me feel weak (it made me feel weak)
I got another shot and I'ma make the world feel me (skrrt)
Aight, I ain't lost nothin' but a button, that bitch stutter (brrt)
****, when my homie died, his mother cried, we turned to mud brothers (mud brothers)
And my lil' bro, he a bug and he drink blood 'cause he a blood sucker (blood sucker)
'Bout this ten, I bet they run from me (run), the folks know I got love for 'em (love)
None of these hoes ain't really got nothin', she tryna bag a **** with nothin' (aw, damn)
Oh, I do this shit all the time, if they get behind me, then I'ma run (vroom)
He want a feature, his ass lyin' and wastin' my time when he ain't got nothin' for it (nothin')
Know I shoot shit, ****, named South Curry, I'm finna pull this bitch to the side, slurp me (slurp)
He died with no bag, hidin' dirty, she tryna fuck me 'cause I'm lit, I'm workin' (I'm workin')
I got bad shit all the way down the dirt, they finna hang his shit when we signin' nerves (signin' nerves)
Yeah, we popped out with a ProMag, boy, your ass gon' die, you don't change that 30 (you gon' die)
We got loads of 'bows, we passin' turkeys, we got a thousand wings, we work at Church's (aight)
My 50 got name, this bitch Lil Curtis, bitch, you ain't ate no dick, what you want you a Birkin? (Want you a what?)
I tell a bitch work it, you feelin' like RiRi, gon' 'head, get up and twerk it (get up and twerk it)
He one of the guys that everybody fuckin' despise 'cause he don't even serve no purpose (The fuck?)
Fuck ****
Written by: DCG BROTHERS
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