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Isolation Freestyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Isolation Freestyle was released on October 16, 2018 by Cloudcatcher Music/Briscoe Music Group as a part of the album Isolation Freestyle - Single
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Release DateOctober 16, 2018
LabelCloudcatcher Music/Briscoe Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hunnit Andretti
Hunnit Andretti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Anthony Lipscomb
Michael Anthony Lipscomb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hunnit Andretti
Hunnit Andretti
Producer
Jason "Asar" Qualls
Jason "Asar" Qualls
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Been overlooked think it’s time I get their attention
Top 5 yea I’m far from honorable mention
I motivate em with my words it’s like a convention
A lot of **** don’t like me I’m sensing the tension
I think they tiptoe around what they wanna say
Cuz they know that Dretti Man is not gonna play
FedEx the beef bring that shit right where you stay
Won’t lose no sleep just another foe out my way
I pour a four of that drank but don’t judge it’s thin between a sinner and saint
The game got me jaded now I’m like you are or you ain’t
With RP’s in my pockets Hunnits fresh out the bank
Count Up
Usain Bolt when I run it up
I done did a lot but feel like I ain’t done enough
Thinking Hunnitsworld ain’t bout that shit boy you dumb as fuck
Bunch of **** bro’ing me I’m looking like what the fuck
Where the fuck was y’all **** at when I was coming up
Where the fuck was y’all bitches at when I was on my nuts
Now I’m in bag got the game in the cobra clutch
On the Eastside with my **** Dray pouring up
But y’all the ones that slow as fuck
It’s funny how this shit go
Crackas trying box me in like Klitschko
Oil base over the stove no crisco
Chain shining it look like we at a disco
Moonwalking on them hoes I feel like Sisqo
In the kitchen water whipping let my wrist go
D game on the block like what it hit fo
Eastside yea it prepared us
Essentially it’s nothing that you can tell us
I’m doing me but **** is still jealous
You better chill my **** is real felons
Them **** yea we well aware of
You a 100 deep with people nobody is scared of
30 bands on my rubber bands give it bear hug
Designer clothes and drugs please don’t not compare us
Matter fact don’t even talk to me I’m off as fuck
Pouring all this medication in a coffee cup
I got it all off the muscle I ain’t have no luck
Forgot my line all this drank got me stuck as fuck
Damn let me get my mojo back
On the track I flo jo dat
Trap jumping pogo dat
Left and my right I be looking where the popo at
Zombies on my line they be asking where the coco at
Fuck the world no prophylac
These **** is my son
I be blowing pounds of the runtz
Like you only live once
Said you only live once
Free Redzone
Sweet
Written by: Michael Anthony Lipscomb
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