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bbt
Hip-Hop/Rap
bbt was released on July 31, 2026 by MotionMafia Records as a part of the album bbt - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2026
LabelMotionMafia Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proverbmadeit
Proverbmadeit
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Crumpler
Josh Crumpler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Proverbmadeit
Proverbmadeit
Producer, Executive Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, Proverb, where the hoes at?
Big body truck, black tint, can't see us
Fuck what they say they can't be us, huh
Runnin' this shit like Adidas
Walk-in closet, feel like a freezer
She wanna ride, she know I'ma, uh
She wanna ride, she know I'ma keeper
Yeah they want smoke till they breathe that reefer
Bitch get up, finna break your knees
Ain't no receipts for the shit that I risked
Back when the fridge had a light and that's it
Funny how bitches remember you rich
All of these diamonds don't fit on my wrist
Walkin' in saks, said fuck all the ricks
Commissioning shit that don't even exist
Tryna find hoes that don't know that I'm rich
How many hoes can I fit in this whip?
Collectin' this cash like money to Sunday
I got way too many hoes in this bitch
I should go and just make my own runway (yeah)
I ain't been, broke, in so long
I forgot what the fund say (fund say)
Pop out, they know me in London, uh
Pop out, they callin' me stunning
You flexing that hoe, but I already done it
(huh, yeah) I came in a Ford, but I left in a foreign
He want a foreign, but he can't afford it, yeah
New crib, your bitch wanna tour it (come in)
Rearrange that bitch like a Florist
Space ship, butterfly doors
She ain't shit, she get ignored
He in accord, Prov in a Porsche (I'm gone)
My plug got customer service
I wanna zip and I get it
But he got some bricks that he keep in the furnace (shh)
I got some rats in my ear, sayin' it's luck, said I ain't earned it (fuck em)
I put some racks on your head, huh, right on your top like a turban
I got some perks in the Birkin
Huh, yeah, she a 10, but for drugs, she fiendin
Fuck that bitch for no good reason
I make him fall like a motherfuckin' season
Hellcat, but my girl, she a demon
Think she a pirate, she takin' my semen, huh
I took a tab in Dubai with a Persian Bitch, she out here leanin
I'm in the coupe with the top down
Don't wanna fuck, give me top now
I think I'm ready to drop now
(I think I'm ready to drop now)
JC
Fuck what you know, fuck what you think
I'm with the guns, cuttas, machines
I'm on the drugs, the percs and the lean
In the back of the big body truck, make her scream
Huh, six, hit my phone last night Said"drop JC"
Written by: Josh Crumpler
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