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YNtro
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Hip-Hop/Rap
YNtro was released on September 8, 2025 by Double Or Nothin' Ent. LLC. as a part of the album Do It 4 YaYaa
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Release DateSeptember 8, 2025
LabelDouble Or Nothin' Ent. LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Muga Bagz
Muga Bagz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheldon Walcott
Sheldon Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Muga Bagz
Muga Bagz
Engineer

Lyrics

And they ain't workin' with the ammunition I got
No doubt you're tryin' to full Clip
But what you gonna do when you're sittin' at the head of the table
Once you there, you got to hold it down
Sound like one of them good problems
Yeah
Prison and graveyards full of boys who wore the crown
Difference is they wore it
It's my turn to wear it now
I'm from Poughkeepsie, NEW YORK
Where it's Black cloud when it ain't even storm
Fiends outside til the morning
Gunshots going off soon as it get warm
**** shootin' better work on your form
Freaky bitch wanna go shoot a porn
She foreign, aging (Asian) like the day I was born
You get locked up and you better put on
**** ain't goin' to college, they goin' up top
They gon' test you when you hit that dorm
Lil' bro should've been on stage with a song every time you know he perform
Went downtown and bought a quarterback up of that brown
Just like Shaduer
These rap **** is imposters (in Pasta's)
Like you having dinner with Italian mobsters
Crab in a barrel, **** try and stop ya
Fish scale, red lobster
Don't hit my phone if you ain't tryna cop something
Free all my **** locked up
Wish they beat it, we was young, bustin' chops
Now it's the era of the YN's
They don't want no bread, they just tryna spin
Try me, then you dying
7-6-2, I keep it silent
Stick on me like I play the violin
I'm from the street like Oscar
She wanna fuck, I made her wait (weight) like a boxer
We goin' down in the history books
Put that shit in the locker
You know the code to the streets
Stick to the script like it came from a doctor
Bullets burn like vodka
Did it all for a band like E-Ness
Dylan and Choppa
Racks, racks, racks
Tryna run a milli up and disappear
Fuckin' this bitch and pullin' on her tracks
Keep recordin' like an engineer
Felt at home in a trap house
But a **** only use the kitchen there
I'm just tryna get it like a ****
Read the definition out the dictionary
Nowadays, **** act like that backdoor cool
Man, that shit is weird
40 on me, I ain't take a sip of beer
Auto sear , on it, I can flip a deer
Case closed like AirPods
They gon' put you in the air (ear)
I done been up and fucked up
I know the feeling
**** ain't got a plan
They got their hand out
These **** fanned out
They ain't spin right on your ceiling
Every **** with money, your big bro
You be dick riding
Y'all don't ever be chillin'
O..T fucking hoes in D.C. like a villain
The last one was 60
I dropped a little
It got a incision
I know the feds want my whole block up in prison
I seen the signs like violence prevention
I give you consignment than I need commission
Dog so strong, it's hoppin' the fences
I was a star, was not on the benches
Product of my environment
I'm from the trenches
Little kids bad and the old folks
Minding their business
You better not be a witness
Summertime, it's dice games, ice cups
We outside with the bitches
I ain't pulling over fast, lane on the road to the riches
I lost all my ****
You know this shit different
I reminisce every time posting the pictures
These rap **** is imposters
Like you having dinner with Italian mobsters
Crab in the barrel, **** trying to stop ya
Fish scale, red lobster
Don't hit my phone if you ain't trying cop some
free on my **** lock up
Wish they beat it, we was young, busting chops
Now it's the era of the YNs
Yeah, they don't want no bread **** try and spin
Try me, then you dying
7-6-2, I keep it silent
Stick on me like I play the violin
Written by: Sheldon Walcott
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