"HICCUPS" lyrics
(feat. Lil Speedy)
In 2025, 13,794 people were killed in shootings in the USA
Ayo SHOKI, this go crazy!
This count includes homicides, defense uses, and accidental shootings reported by media sources tracked by the GVA, Gun Violence Archive
World War 3 music
Latex gloves and a scrubby pad
I'm tryna taste blood for a money bag
All these fake thugs do the punching bag
Big Sleez a real blood, you gettin' fuckin' stabbed
Shooters pull up like taxi cabs
Makin' pussies bleed, like maxi pads
Grippin' on my gun, puttin' packs in bags
Meltin' on her tongue, like acid tabs
Sell coke and dope, got rich of a hard tan
Fiends overdosin', get the Narcan
Spray a locomotive, this is shark land
Big Sleez a super soldier, call me Tarzan
Button, button, button, switchy sound like (Vrr, vrr)
D-D-D-Dumpin', dumpin', dumpin', fifty-cal (Bop, bop, bop)
Clutchin', AK Russian, get to bussin' (Rah, rah, rah)
It's nothin', no discussion, straight concussion
Clap his dumb ass with the bun
Niggas dyin', they not on none
I done came through that bitch plenty times, and ass steady runnin'
How the fuck they dissin' on the nine, and they ain't score the bucket?
Zip this dumb ass up for all that trollin' nigga, now what's funny?
Come through that bitch and walk him down for all that trollin' broski
These niggas say my name in every song, like we your homie
We clocked him up in flew OT, nigga just ask brodie
I done slimed out them, know the whole rack, you niggas not my homie
Brrr-brrr, that's the sound of bundem
Creep up on his ass jump out all black, I'm tryna tap that nugget
He had ran, but we had chased him down, no you cannot outrun me
Six months on the Bean, my first time shootin', I think I'm a little rusty
Button, button, button, switchy sound like (Vrr, vrr, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
D-D-D-Dumpin', dumpin', dumpin', fifty-cal (Bop, bop, bop)
Clutchin', AK Russian, get to bussin' (Rah, rah, rah)
It's nothin', no discussion, straight concussion
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA
They put a chip in my brain
We love to sell crack!
Ayo SHOKI, this go crazy!
This count includes homicides, defense uses, and accidental shootings reported by media sources tracked by the GVA, Gun Violence Archive
World War 3 music
Latex gloves and a scrubby pad
I'm tryna taste blood for a money bag
All these fake thugs do the punching bag
Big Sleez a real blood, you gettin' fuckin' stabbed
Shooters pull up like taxi cabs
Makin' pussies bleed, like maxi pads
Grippin' on my gun, puttin' packs in bags
Meltin' on her tongue, like acid tabs
Sell coke and dope, got rich of a hard tan
Fiends overdosin', get the Narcan
Spray a locomotive, this is shark land
Big Sleez a super soldier, call me Tarzan
Button, button, button, switchy sound like (Vrr, vrr)
D-D-D-Dumpin', dumpin', dumpin', fifty-cal (Bop, bop, bop)
Clutchin', AK Russian, get to bussin' (Rah, rah, rah)
It's nothin', no discussion, straight concussion
Clap his dumb ass with the bun
Niggas dyin', they not on none
I done came through that bitch plenty times, and ass steady runnin'
How the fuck they dissin' on the nine, and they ain't score the bucket?
Zip this dumb ass up for all that trollin' nigga, now what's funny?
Come through that bitch and walk him down for all that trollin' broski
These niggas say my name in every song, like we your homie
We clocked him up in flew OT, nigga just ask brodie
I done slimed out them, know the whole rack, you niggas not my homie
Brrr-brrr, that's the sound of bundem
Creep up on his ass jump out all black, I'm tryna tap that nugget
He had ran, but we had chased him down, no you cannot outrun me
Six months on the Bean, my first time shootin', I think I'm a little rusty
Button, button, button, switchy sound like (Vrr, vrr, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
D-D-D-Dumpin', dumpin', dumpin', fifty-cal (Bop, bop, bop)
Clutchin', AK Russian, get to bussin' (Rah, rah, rah)
It's nothin', no discussion, straight concussion
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA
They put a chip in my brain
We love to sell crack!
