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HITMAN
Hip-Hop/Rap
HITMAN è stato pubblicato il 24 marzo 2026 da SIA Music Group come parte dell'album Nuisance - EP
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Data di uscita24 marzo 2026
EtichettaSIA Music Group
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAVID RIVERA
DAVID RIVERA
Lyrics
Alex Antonio Martin
Alex Antonio Martin
Composer

Testi

Grip down on the stool,
As im blasting you with a tool,
Know im actively breaking rules,
Its a passion i got in school,
Im attacking the public too,
Like a crazy man on the loose,
I done broke out the box and ruined,
Attractions that bring you fools,
Is the rapture happening dude?
What they ask me across the room,
I been packing up to go through the worst of the storm with my crew,
We break down into pieces and disperse among the few,
Who like the shit that we making and bump it like smoking juuls,
Im smokin up on that boof,
While crackin this mother goose,
Whose baby daddy gon choose,
To not show up but when he do,
I promise that i can rip it like im spitting in the booth,
But im talkin bout with my dick i whip it out and make her drool,
I take medicine daily everybody thinkin its cool,
While im wishin to not depend on substance or chemicals,
My brains unbalanced so i fill it with shit i cannot pull,
To existence i think im missing money im praying for,
I pop and lock and drop-p-p-p some baggies with these drugs,
When i sniff-f-f-f up some powder,
G-glitch and drop to prone,
P-p-people been talkin under they breath, not to the lord,
Need to stop all the extra shit and keep it close to a buck,
(Interlude)
Ion think my soul is ready,
But ima take it,
Into space im ridin so steady,
Because i faced it,
Feelin colder than before any,
Of this medication,
Ion give a fuck about this hoe,
Ima heart break her,
I want 30 inch rims,
Water glistening on my skin,
Better weather in the middle of the
desert with the sand,
Heavy in the limbs,
Go on and toss me in the bin,
Mistaken for who i am with blood covering both my hands,
(Verse 2)
I-i-i be makin hits different than most of you couldve thought of,
Selling some wicked product,
 to get a new set of prada,
Been a dirty lil fucker since i came out of my momma,
Reanalyze whatever makes you wanna dishonor,
Grab a dandelion,
bitch and then suck it up through ya nostrils,
 
Get paralyzed from all the pressure up in ya noggin,
Head nodding from oxy
pressin pussy onto my johnson,
Yea im wildin out in the spot so dont ever try to stop me,
Rockin a pair of converse them jordans aint on me likely,
I trifle low in the grass that sit taller than all yalls height be,
Young prick with the heater i been cookin and servin rockets,
Make you pop like you nauseous,
When you get hit with the cock pit,
(Interlude 2)
I want 30 inch rims,
Water glistening on my skin,
Better weather in the middle of the
desert with the sand,
Heavy in the limbs,
Go on and toss me in the bin,
Mistaken for who i am with blood covering both my hands,
(Outro)
I could explode to smithereens,
while the dust hittin heavily,
On and off like a switch in this bitch when im moving steadily,
Open up to the better life when im off onto better things,
Its the distance im hating inside but only portrayed as rage,
Its the shit i dont understand that would find a way into me,
Ill climb through the industry,
And burn it out,
Fuck it up without any sympathy,
Into the ground, diminish me
Written by: Alex Antonio Martin, DAVID RIVERA
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