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dried up.
18
Hip-Hop/Rap
dried up. adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak shteppi tarafından 31 Temmuz 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıdried up. - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi31 Temmuz 2026
Firmashteppi
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM71

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
shteppi
shteppi
Performer
soraxleblanc
soraxleblanc
Vocals
Drip$tick
Drip$tick
Vocals
Shofu
Shofu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephanie Rezendes
Stephanie Rezendes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaac Horner
Isaac Horner
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Uh, yeah, huh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Uh, fuck, fuck, fuck, huh
Yeah
Bitch, I'm fried up, these bands got me tied up (Huh, yeah)
What's the problem? Let me know, I can't find 'em (Huh, oh-yeah)
Please don't start up, like, please, go get yo guap up (Yeah, yeah)
I don't got no tears, my diamonds got 'em dried up (Bleh, what?)
I'm lovin' all of this, I wish y'all would do it some mo-ore
Talk on my— talk on my name, there ain't nothin' to do but to shoot it of course, uh
Aim at his head, man, that's on his dead man
I get to shootin' a corpse (Dam-dammit)
Luffy, how we finna stretch a man, pause
They mad they ain't gettin' no shoe in the door
Ru-run up on who keep a weapon in public
Old money, new money, Benjamin Button
Who the fuck think they know better than me?
I done been through it all you ain't tellin' me nothin'
Walk in this bitch with a chip on me
I got an attitude, pussy, I'm steppin' on somethin'
Used to be satisfied killin' you ****
It's boring now, I got depression or somethin'
Huh, huh, the glocky dismiss you
Promise you finna bleed if it kiss you
If you die right now, who finna miss you?
Chop wit' a scope, ****, who finna miss you?
Find you, my team finna blitz you
Dearly departed, there's no need to speak on the issue
I heard he was seekin' a missile, I'm not finna diss you
He just get hit wit' a pistol (Yeah)
I don't like to explain, I don't like talkin'
She don't like to explain, she just do gawkin'
I don't even care about these rappers on God
Why they wanna talk on the kid? I'm locked in
Why they wanna talk on the kid? I'm bossin'
Went to the shop, I got new garments
She 'bout to bring that ass back like Karma
Lovin' my game, put it in like a cartridge
Yeah, she on my body
She on my body, man, I'm messin' up carpet
Yeah, you are not even in the market, what the fuck have you accomplished?
Huh, they wanna go and talk on lil' Drip like I won't make you a target
Huh, you in my space, I put green on his head like a mo'fuckin' martian
Yeah, mmh, huh
They tellin' me, "sora, them diamonds too bright on you"
Bruh, I can't see you again
She not tryna fuck, that's ok
'Cause I'm 'bout to pop out and gon' go see her friend
Yeah, girl, I'm tryna fuck sum'
Too many guns in the whip, I can't tuck nun
Band for a tool, let me know when you touch one, huh
Yeah, body for body it's double trouble
Man the stick make 'em blast off
Ash Ketchum, the heat push his cap off
It's too many rappers that stay steady jackin' my swag, y'all don't do nun, just jack off
Fuck, I could puff this shit once, pass the pack off
Somethin' like a Wiimote, you best keep a strap, dawg
All of this motion, I can't even stack dawg, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Too many racks in my jeans (Yeah)
Too clean, but I'm still out swervin' the fiends
Too mean, I ain't fuckin' wit' no one ain't team, fuck
Versace, the name on my jeans
Ho, I'm too up now, you are not with me
Three stock, any CAT if it's RAP
I don't know who you are baby, fuck
You better? That's gotta be cap
If you say that's me, the hoe gotta be flat
Gualla gotta be fat, wallet don't got no cash
Each beat hit sound like Geometry Dash
Splash, Chrome Hearts on me to match
If she not tryna fuck, then I'm doin' the dash
I am not Nine Vicious, my bitch outta class
If I'm posted up with you, I probably was outside
Trappin' I had to get dope
This shit like way back for I went and blowed
I was cookin' up bass while I cooked up the smoke
Now I'm hooked to LA wit' my gang
And we still out here flippin' the dope
With SSJ, linkin' up wit' the folks
Tellin' us that we up, like it's shit we don't know
I ain't shot shit, but I came real close
Glad I didn't 'cause both of our pockets on bloat
Flowin' too clean hit the beat wit' some soap
If I sing to your bitch, man, I know that she'll blah
Flowin' too clean, hit the beat wit' some soap
If I sing to your bitch, man, I know that she'll go
Used to have all typa shit with a scope
Had to lock in and grab a lil' chick for the bro's
Don't carry cash, all this shit in my phone
Now I'm gettin' annoyed if they yellin' "ISSBROKIE"
Huh, fuck, threw 'way some shit and y'all went a bit those
Now I'm done wit shitposts got me doin' big shows
Man, y'all still on Bitmojis, I''m fuckin' this ho
But I love my bitch though, we'll prob fuck 'em together
We both gon' hit those
If I'm fuckin' yo' thot she not gon' be bimbo
My girl smart as shit though, 'way she eat the dick whole
Finna buss her shit open ain't havin' kids though
Shit too simple, 'way I do it thick, ho tellin' me
Grab her hair now she kissin' pillow
Hangin' out the window
Got this Mexican plug callin' me his Gringo, ho
My wrist, it been gold
Used to hit me a line like I hit the bingo
'Till I went and sobered up now I'm tryna get dough
Lil' ho can spit though, what they say when shit go
Every rapper still close, know I know the lingo
No pinto pop a bean if I feel like it
Stackin' green like it's keto I need diet—
The way I eat every beat like a meal I get
Bigger just by the minute so be quie— fuck
I'm gonna stop here 'cause I'm runnin' out of beat, but I love y'all
ISSshteppi, ho, 2026
We ball, bleh
Written by: Stephanie Rezendes
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