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Peaked
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Terry
Ian Terry
Songwriter
Kyle Matthew Payne
Kyle Matthew Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liam Fitzpatrick
Liam Fitzpatrick
Producer

Lyrics

Hittas talking but I never hear a Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the Big moves, put ma pen to the Step up in the game, all ya faves just Peaked Got that hittas future looking bleak Any hittas talking s, could take themselves a seat 20 from the city, couples blocks from Lafitte Hittas packing heat, but I put em in the fleece Issa Winter vibe Never took an L, I stay repping with the winner vibes Switch up on them hittas, issa Jenner vibe Hit em with the brah like them hittas on the Kenner vibes F Mayor Ben Zahn Him and David Duke could suck a d with the klan Yes, I'm Nola repping, and I'm repping with the NIKE check Get that b impeached, that hitta need to get his psyche checked Issa threat, b a wreck, hittas see me shooting, and they hit the deck All them hittas bluffing, if you bout it, hitta, issa bet All facts, no shade, but I Ray Bands No, I ain't tryna take the power, but I Saiban We the pack, and we coming for the sheep Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets Hittas talking but I never hear a peep Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked Yes, I am the one, and they know Petty little hittas, they ain't messing with ma flow Yes, I get the bills and they John like the dough Yes, I pack tingz, issa brand like a co F up the quo, now them hittas tryna blast back B, I'm from the west, like Lil' Jimmy, I'ma blast off Hitta I'ma get the last laugh I'ma get the home run, hittas hit it out of bounds Hittas def, tone dumb, washed up, out of sounds I'm the present and the future, hittas past tense Hittas shooting blanks like I don't know that hitta lack sense So I Hulk up, show em what the gamma do Doubting on the pen, had to show em how the grammar do I'm the emcee, b, what ya hammer do Tryna hit the head, but I nail, like the hammer do We the pack, and we coming for the sheep Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets Hittas talking but I never hear a peep Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
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