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Pumpkinhead
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pumpkinhead è stato pubblicato il 15 maggio 2026 da The Hip Hop Lab Records / ShittyBoyz / EMPIRE come parte dell'album Back To The Basics
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Data di uscita15 maggio 2026
EtichettaThe Hip Hop Lab Records / ShittyBoyz / EMPIRE
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM118

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[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
I done took seven figure L's
I done took seven figure L's
You haven't
[Chorus]
I done took seven figure L's, still up some M's
Cuz never left the Orange and shit, he still pumpkin head
Feelings bottled up, bitch, I spill cups of red
I can't stand my ex-bitch, but she still fucks the best
I ain't seen him in the gym, shit, he still duckin' rec'
I get landscape trim, but it's still thugged to tech
Turn the flashlight on, I think this pill's fuckin' pressed
I can't give enough clues for them to build up a guess
[Verse 1]
Adidas tracksuit, callin' plays like I'm Billy Baker
Bitch'll cry about one no after fifty favors
Every zagaza man I got pull up fifty flavors
You ain't never went out of town, I'm a fifty-stater
To beat my fire, you gon' need fifty players
Straight out of motion pic, he got silly paper
Rap game bored, fuck around and run for city mayor
I got a bitch at the crib, chill with the hickeys, baby
Last winter it was Carhartt, it's been Dickies lately
Last time I seen D Hasty, man, he shitty-faced me
Of course it's love for Detroit, but I'm a Ypsi baby
Let that bitch throw it at me, I'm a Willie Mays
Know a jack boy cleanin' spots, he just Billy Mays
Go ahead, check milli off, bitch, I'm Billy Chase
My in-store at AT&T look like Billy Eilish
We'll shoot your face off your head, ain't gon' kill with kindness
I heard it's bite down season, now my grill excited
You would go to Ruth Chris, get the bill and probably faint
All this ice, you would think I hit Hutch for body aches
Boy, you ain't grown, you better listen to what mommy says
My shottas stay downtown like Malik Beasley
I know it's how I make it look, but shit, boy, it ain't easy
Zips and up the plug and never think to KD me
In my hood, clutchin', blowin' za like I'm KayBeezy
If he lame, he don't turn to weed, just a geekbar
The only one I ever had pulled was my V-Card
Retard, your brain farts when you think hard
Oh, I'm not 'posed to say that? Fuck it
It's gon' take a seven just to get slushed
At the drive-thru Fishbowl, but got the McButton
Plus it's rush hour, gotta Chris tuck-it
You ain't thought to try porn, doin' all that dick suckin'?
You off a M512, that's lil' kid bustin'
Two mannin', me and B, he on my lil' bitch cousin
We started off hot, it was six-nothin'
Fuzz lurkin' for the opps, I'm out of town, crib huntin'
Ayy, she like, "Boy, you know you fine," I guess
Treat a rat bitch like science class, dissect
Buy a shirt from the plug, turn it to a 5X
Luka Trončić, I hit the lil' ho with a sidestep
ShittyBoyz
Dogshit Militia
Two L's, then a dollar sign
R.I.P. Chris
T double-HL shit
You hip, skip?
Huh, huh, nyah
Huh, ayy
Huh, ayy
Huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I done took seven figure L's, still up some M's
Cuz never left the Orange and shit, he still pumpkin head
Feelings bottled up, bitch, I spill cups of red
I can't stand my ex-bitch, but she still fucks the best
I ain't seen him in the gym, shit, he still duckin' rec'
I get landscape trim, but it's still thugged to tech
Turn the flashlight on, I think this pill's fuckin' pressed
I can't give enough clues for them to build up a guess
Written by: BabyTron, Getta Beats
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