Shabang Lyrics : “Shabang” stands as a high-impact, definitive track from Drake’s powerhouse 2026 album, ICEMAN. In this self-contained creative exhibition, Drake takes full command as the sole writer, lyricist, and composer, crafting a song that feels like a victory lap through the freezing corridors of his own legacy. Distributed globally by Universal Music Group, the track has quickly become a fan favorite for its unique blend of rhythmic “bravado” and the icy, detached atmosphere that defines this latest musical chapter.
The song’s title, “Shabang,” acts as a linguistic flare, punctuating a narrative about total dominance—having the “whole shabang” while remaining untouchable. Lyrically, Drake is at his most agile, weaving together intricate internal rhymes and clever metaphors about wealth, power, and the isolation that comes with being a permanent fixture at the top of the charts. The composition is a masterclass in tension, featuring a hollowed-out bassline and sharp, crystalline synth stabs that perfectly mirror the “Ice” aesthetic.
For any lyrics website, “Shabang” is a quintessential 2026 entry. It captures an artist who is no longer just competing with others, but rather refining his own sound to its most potent form. It is a bold, atmospheric anthem designed for both the late-night drive and the high-end club, proving once again that Drake’s creative vision remains unparalleled in the global hip-hop landscape.

Shabang Lyrics
Yeah, Ice
(Pop-pop-pop, pop-pop-pop) Yeah
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (Woo)
All of my opps, they dead
Why do they gas me up?
Where does it go? My head (Mama)
How much I got? A lot
Don’t leave again, I won’t
Thinkin’ of tryin’ me, do like Bryson, pussy ass nigga, then don’t
Can I forgive? I can’t
What do I need? Some head
Shorty keep askin’ the date
She tryna finesse Polymarket for bread (Bando)
Where is the beef? It’s cooked
Where is the boy? He’s booked (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don’t even recognize none of thеse names at the top of thе charts, I looked (Huh)
Am I upset? A bit
Last one you dropped was shit
I did press play on that ho
Mid, mid, mid, skip, skip
What should I take? A trip (Go)
Who should I take? His bitch
Tennis lessons with a Nike skirt on and her ass poppin’ out, you sick (She bad)
Where is the G.O.A.T.? They need one
The mirror’s right here, I see one
My nigga don’t know how to pay me back, so he said next hat he catch is a free one (Grrat)
What kinda clip? Extendo
What kinda switch? Not Nintendo
Y’all hangin’ out with friends though
They hangin’ out the window (Baow)
What’s up with gang? We back
What’s in my raps? It’s facts
She said she miss me, all caps
Gotta aim better than that (Pop-pop-pop, pop-pop-pop)
What’s up with life? It’s lit
But I know it get better than that
I know it get better than that
I know it get better than that
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (Woo)
All of my opps, they dead
Why do they gas me up?
Where does it go? My head (Migos)
How much I got? A lot
Don’t leave again, I won’t
Thinkin’ of tryin’ me, do like Bryson, pussy ass nigga, then don’t
40, what’s up? Shabang (Uh)
All my opps, they dess
What am I now, possessed?
How do I feel though? Refreshed (Woo)
Secrets I know got you stressed
Will I take those to my death? (What?)
Haven’t decided just yet, ayy, yeah
40, what’s up? Shabang (Uh)
All of my opps, they dess
Please don’t put me to the test (What?)
They tryna get back on the ‘net
I’m tryna get back in the flesh (Woo)
Yeah
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