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STR7DROP
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Hip-Hop/Rap
STR7DROP adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak WHOLE GANG EATS tarafından 8 Mayıs 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıKING OF THE TRAP
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00:15 - 00:20
STR7DROP geçen hafta yaklaşık 15 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Double 0
Double 0
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Double 0
Double 0
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Double 0
Double 0
Engineer
Tyreke Rogers
Tyreke Rogers
Engineer

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(Ayy, Rick did this one)
Ayy, ayy
What I say? Ayy
It ain't no cap in my rap. It ain't no cap in my trap (For real, for real)
It ain't no cap in my rap
Ridin' round with a couple of choppas ( No cap)
**** say he want smoke, I'ma pop him (On God)
Said fuck playin' sports, I'ma shot him (For real, for real)
Found a plug, ran up all my dollars
Had to mask up a couple times
Doin' hits broad day in Impalas (I got that)
Fuck the world, I grew up with no father (On God)
Doin' the dash in the Steamer, I think it's a Charger
But I'm dodgin'' charges
You **** really be flodgin
Actin' like you the ones robbin' (On God)
Caught you in traffic and we had to spark
And drop your location, you won't see tomorrow (No cap)
Bad bitch wanna fuck me, and I ain't need her (On God)
Cut the Ho for the hour, her daddy a preacher
I had to hide the bomb in my sneaker ( For real)
Had the bitch Rollin' Loud, that's a speaker
Burnt the bitch head and I had to leave her (On God)
I did not know that ho, her mama or teacher
I'm not the type to meet and greet ya
I been the type to shoot and beat ya
**** want smoke, we'll shake some
Remember days down bad, had to take some (On God)
Now a lil' **** ballin' hard, got my cake up
**** want smoke, he get hit like a layup
Bad bitch wanna fuck me, you know I can't lay up
Put dick in her mouth when I nut, it's a facial
You play with the block, you get shot in the face-a
Cut that bitch out like a motherfuckin' razor
Hang with the killers and ate with the takers
Bro n 'nem be creepin' like they play for Lakers (For real)
Bad bitch with me, I think her name Asia
I can fuck now or I fuck her later
I got the Glock, came with the laser
**** want smoke, he get shot in the face-a
I call him in traffic, my **** gon' ace it
And he better not speak like the **** I played with
My Haitians stay hot
You think you with it, but you not 'cause bitch we pushin' back tops (No cap)
Smith N Wesson, fuck a Glock
We got gas come shop
My young **** sack yo' spot
This sauce, I got it drip drop
I water whip it in the pot ( For real)
I water whip it in the pot. I water whip it with the pot
If it's smoke by the ho, that's always on go
This 40 slammin' like a door (No cap)
Put dick in her throat, lil' A wipe her nose
Call up lil' Cole, he gon' go
Ayy, Call up lil' Cole, he gon' go, ayy
(I'm tellin' you, man, for real)
Call up lil' Cole, he gon' go, ayy
She tell me like"Hold up" I'm like"What's the hold up?"
You callin' her phone while I'm tearin'' her throat up
Hit her from the back while I'm pourin' this four up
Put a deuce in my soda, got me movin' slow mo
Burn that bitch head while I'm grippin' her closer
Fuckin' her throat, tryin' my best not to choke her
Got dick on her lip while you still tryna poke her
Pin you up like a poster, burn your ass with that toaster
Lil bitch we got Techs, Dracos, .Nine, .380
Choppa, Drums, .40s with them sticks
Sister ain't shit, just to get your ass hit
And I ain't even gotta move, let my **** do the shit
Rock a shoe with no lace, I can't trip over a bitch
All that internet dissin, hit your ass up like a mention
Get dropped like some chicken
Send my **** on a mission
Listerine like my dick, I'm in her mouth like a dentist
.40 turn a **** to a stripper
Full of these drugs, got a **** movin' like he off liquor
See me in public, I'm thuggin, put that shit on my momma
On baby, she asked my ass for a picture
Pull up in a rental, get dropped like some tenders
Whole designer gang, get flipped, no Nintendo
He ain't tryna see it, cool, 'cause we shoot through the window
And if he ain't dead, we send shots at your kinfolk
Bitch, that's cap in your rap, you ain't been to the trap
I don't know you, but I know you ain't a shooter
My **** gon' ride like a scooter, yeah
And my **** pullin' up faster than Ubers
This shit can get hit, so let's go by how he livin
Put eight in his chest, .380 hit his medulla
Knock the sauce out his noodle
Ape shit, you're a poodle
Had to teach you like a tutor, .40 look like a Ruger
You ain't with the shit, ho you put the B in Brewster
Got ice on my neck like I'm rockin' a cooler
Ice on my neck like I'm rockin' a cooler
Shout out to my Jeweler, ayy
I'm blowin' gas, OG 93, got me high as fuck in the sky like a kite
I pour a four in my soda, now this shit is over, I'm finna be out like a light
I already told you that I'ma take over
The hottest youngin, and I'm finna take flight, hey, hey
The hottest youngin, and I'm finna take flight
Remember them day bitches used to act rude
Now that ho see me, she tryna get nude
Play with the gang, he get put on the news
We leave that boy wet like he just hit the pool
No handy Mandy shit, but I keep a tool
She think she gon' get some from me, she a fool
Fuck all that beef and I'm tryna stay cool
I'm focused on winnin, no I cannot lose, hey, hey
I just want the green, not some lettuce
Bitch, if I want it, then I'ma go get it
I got a hustle 'cause this shit embedded
And I'm drippin' sauce, you would think it's spaghetti
No, I can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she petty
She run her mouth too much, that lil' bitch messy
It ain't no runnin, you gotta come catch me
Fuck around, you gon' get cut like machete, hey, hey
Fuck with me, you gon' get cut like machete
Fuck with me, you gon' get cut like machete
You fuck with me, you gon' get cut like machete, hey
Hey, hey
Written by: Double 0
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