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Like That è stato pubblicato il 29 maggio 2026 da Omega Red Media come parte dell'album Like That - Single
29 maggio 2026
EtichettaOmega Red Media
LinguaEnglish
BPM88
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Tell me what era you can find the livest
Young pilot Top Gun 'cause the Fox the slightest
Being biased we'll direct ya silence
Even when the Fox shine the brightest they stay hounding on your highness
Peer into my iris, no swiper, I feel enlightened
A star, I shine like a diamond, stay with gang that orchestrate the violence
In the lab, this is just a science
Perfecting all my vocals as a warning, yo, you can hear the sirens
Feeling froggy, it gets slippy when the cannon chippy
Turnt yo boy to toast crispy, I'll throw it like a frizbee
Pull a rabbit out the hat when it gets nippy
The fliest thang out of the sky, tell 'em Falco sent me
I'm on a mission out here fishing for the lock on these
Little weird superstitions when I got the keys
They see the gang, and I eating, and they want a piece
But I'ma put this straight to temple, then proceed to squeeze
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
Everything I do's a Thriller, I'm the next Mike Jack
**** say they want the smoke, but they're just light packs
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
This the pilot ep, I think you might invest
'Cause I been here from the jump and still the fliest vet
The highest threat, so if you thinking you should try and step
Try reset 'cause if you keep on pushing gon' be quite upset
Bet, I'm not the one that you gon' out Fox
Laser on the hip, but well-equipped when I'm without Glocks
And I don't give a fuck about ops
Been a star, never seen a day when all my clout drops
Let the lead pop aim sorta like Deadshot
I'm on fire, this beam game, no red dots
Too much sauce, I'm heating up, I'm red hot
Taking headshots, no jokes here, not this Redd Fox
And shawty tryna settle and smash
No Foxhound when I pull up with the metal and blast
My wingman a turn ya level to ash
The big bird, don't mince words, we the rebels who crash
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
Everything I do's a Thriller, I'm the next Mike Jack
**** say they want the smoke, but they're just light packs
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
Yeah, I got this record spinning like a barrel roll
Through my voice I got her going lower than a baritone
Very cold, name ring bells from here to Ontario
Fliest rhymes with every beat I'm on, you know I bury those
Picking up the sticks, so you know we next
For sure we flex, the flow shows we growing checks
Approach me bet, the chrome where your dome piece set
Drop shells that put dots on 'em like it's Yoshi's eggs, so what's good?
I hit 'em with more kicks than a sneaker head
I need the bread, clever like a Fox, I know they peep the cred
See by the way that I write we slick
Great pen and produce fire, yo, I might be Bic, uh
Lil' shorty going up and down like Dow Jones
Haters say this for the birds 'cause I'm fly like Falco
Speaking of the homie loaded, you don't wanna get antsy
I call 'em Di'Caprio, he be shooting great with the Gats B, ah
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
Everything I do's a Thriller, I'm the next Mike Jack
**** say they want the smoke, but they're just light packs
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Barrel roll, then I'm hopping out the jet like that, like that
Like that
Super fly, yo, I flex like that
Written by: Ryan Johnson
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