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Like Dis
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Like Dis was released on July 31, 2026 by High Fields Records as a part of the album Like Dis - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2026
LabelHigh Fields Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daygo
Daygo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reynard Anthony Bellinger
Reynard Anthony Bellinger
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omatbeatz
Omatbeatz
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, can't do it like this, can't replicate the motherfuckin' guy
You told your lies, switched up sides, watched you cross the line
Take the knives out my back
And kill you with that shit 'cause I'm with cuttin' ties
Only feel what I feel, I'm gettin' in the field
Like we 'bout to hit a drill, NFL
Been with all of this shit 'cause I'm standin'
On that bitch, it's king of the hill
Tryin' not to crash out, tryin' not to blast y'all (woah)
Had some **** that was rappin' with me
Lil' bitch, I don't need nobody right here
Only need my guys, my circle, no room for you squares
Yeah, ain't no room for you motherfuckin' squares
Revenge season motherfuckin' here
Daygo don't play fuckin' fair
Bae, you fine, come shake that ass over here like bae come here
You could take shit away, but I get it right back
And it's double for the motherfuckin' trouble
Pushin' me away so I went my way, it's you who really fuckin' fumbled
Been known who I was, since a kid, fuck, I'm done bein' humble
You could team up against me, throw a grenade in your huddle
Motherfuck ya bubble
Big Daygo on the neck, been steppin' on shit
What the fuck I look bein' subtle?
Fuck I look like, bitch? Fuck I look like, hoe?
Load up the sticks finna load up the burners
Finna click-click-clack and blow
Take a look at the wrist and it told me my time
That shit was written in stones
Five rings on the hand, two-four big slime
I'm feelin' like motherfuckin' Kob
I could hit that shot, way back right here
No look, you should already know
Higher than planes 'cause I chill out in space
And I rested my case on this song
I told 'em I'm comin', don't look in the rearview
'Cause I dropped me a bomb
Yeah, 'cause I dropped me a bomb
Oh, can't do it like this, can't replicate the motherfuckin' guy
You told your lies, switched up sides, watched you cross the line
Take the knives out my back
And kill you with that shit 'cause I'm with cuttin' ties
Only feel what I feel, I'm gettin' in the field
Like we 'bout to hit a drill, NFL
Been with all of this shit 'cause I'm standin'
On that bitch, it's king of the hill
Tryin' not to crash out, tryin' not to blast y'all (woah)
I'm the best when I walk in the room
I don't see nobody feelin' like Stevie Wonder
When we talkin' some money, whatever you think
I get me some more bigger numbers
I put it on five like bitch I'm him like really just line 'em all up
Line 'em all up
I said it before, bitch, I'll say it again
I'll sit 'em all down like pups
You can take you a chance, you can take you a risk
Go ahead and test your luck
(Test yo motherfuckin' luck)
Oh, can't do it like this, can't replicate the motherfuckin' guy
You told your lies, switched up sides, watched you cross the line
Take the knives out my back
And kill you with that shit 'cause I'm with cuttin' ties
Only feel what I feel, I'm gettin' in the field
Like we 'bout to hit a drill, NFL
Written by: Reynard Anthony Bellinger
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