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tranzit
Hip-Hop
tranzit wurde am 23. Juli 2025 von hedayches als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtkeep your eyes low
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Veröffentlichungsdatum23. Juli 2025
Labelhedayches
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM65

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
hedayches
hedayches
Performer
sourpatchghoul
sourpatchghoul
Performer
KAI SUNSET
KAI SUNSET
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KAI SUNSET
KAI SUNSET
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
snv2k
snv2k
Producer

Songtexte

I don't like that murder music, stick up in my jacket
Need me my lil' fine bitch, I don't want no fat shit
Shoot him like a zombie, black ops, get him like it's Transit
Shot that boy sideways, my stick, it got an accent
I don't like that murder music, stick up in my jacket
Need me my lil' fine bitch, I don't want no fat shit
Shoot him like a zombie, black ops, get him like it's Transit
Shot that boy sideways, my stick, it got an accent
I just hit a stain on you, I shit like me a napkin
Hit him in his head, now that boy gon' need an aspirin
Should've played your cards right, I fucked you up like Gambit
Caught him in the weeds, now he run like Peter Rabbit
Run up on that boy, run him for his fye
Runnin' from the feds, he gon' climb up like a vine
Gotta get my bag up, bag can't work no 9 to 5
I feel like I'm Michael Myers, masked up with a knife
Choppa hit a lick on you and now you with the dogs
Pussy boy can't hang around, he piggy, he a hog
Smokin' on this backwood, this shit look like a log
Catch me in that Beamer, skrrtin' off like it's a hop
Smokin' on that new pack, that shit smell like an opp
I remember laughin' when I saw his body drop
I don't worry 'bout no bitch that's always talkin' hot
Get the fuck up off that phone and come and fuckin' shop
I don't like that murder music, stick up in my jacket
Need me my lil' fine bitch, I don't want no fat shit
Shoot him like a zombie, black ops, get him like it's Transit
Shot that boy sideways, my stick, it got an accent
Smoke just like a backwood, that boy get rolled down
Fuck up out my face, bitch, you look just like a clown
Makeup off your face like my bitch is natural
He keep talkin' shit, boy, I'll put him in the ground
Hunnid dollar bills, need a hunnid thousand thrills
Worried 'bout a bitch that be trappin' off the pills
Make his body shiver but there ain't no fuckin' chills
Hunnids in my rounds, I got hunnids in my kills
Written by: KAI SUNSET
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