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Untouchables
Hip-Hop/Rap
Untouchables was released on April 1, 2022 by Ashak Records Inc. as a part of the album Untouchables - Single
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Release DateApril 1, 2022
LabelAshak Records Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Hermiz
Austin Hermiz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Woah
I live a sick life
And i don't know where to start
Lotta shitty days
Hopin ima find a fuckin spark
When i get right
Ima settle down and park
As of now still battlin it all
Now the pressure gettin skin tight
And i don't know who to call
But i got it yeah i promise ima ball
Yeah i'm workin every damn night
But i don't got a fuckin job
Gettin money is a habit that i love
And honestly i'm always
Low on sleep and Over stressin (Stress)
Never gettin any better
Still got no depression
Cuz im gettin all the cheddar pocket Full of lettuce (Yessir)
Yeah i'm boutta be like caeser
You can hold the dressin
Playin with the words
Always so impressive
Never gettin any worse and
It's such a blessin
Forgettin all the drama
Focus on direction (Yeah)
Now let me just remind you
Where all my respect is (Yeah, Yeah)
Muthafucka
Straight to the d-town
Reppin til the death of me and
Always stay proud
City full of destiny never play round
Sniffin for the recipe
Yeah we grey hounds
Lions tigers everything
Roars from the pound
Of a piston in the whip boutta
Shut the state down
Think you fuckin slick
We gon run ya ass out
And remind you every year that
We run we the game now
(Now, Now)
Now i go full throttle
Hittin every damn pothole
Always stayin hungry
Even if i hit the lotto
Wipin out the country and rebuild it
On a high note
Slicin up you dummies ima chef
And this my show
Lighten up i'm comin to restore the
Game that i know
Writin up a bio (Yeah)
And i gotta secret
Talk ya fuckin shit
Because you know where yo belief is
Knowin you the best and no one
Close to be competin
Cause a fuck riot
Never backin down from beefin
Milkin off you clowns
Like you got some fuckin cleavage
(Haha)
Peanut butter seats like
I'm whippin in a reese's
Pullin up empty and
I always leave with pieces
Like a fuckin king
Eat in peace while i'm feastin
Countin every day
Give a meanin to a prefix
Bouncin to the bank and my
Checks are always linked in
Swimmin in the safe and
I'm always in the deepens
Spicier than ghost pepper wassup
Handlin the heat
You know you gettin fucked up (Yeah)
Try to be like me
You'll never make a copy (Nope)
Bangin on beat like i'm
Swangin out on rocky
Uppercut the spleen
Now ya body gettin floppy
Always bein me
No one ever gonna stop me
Handin out the platter with a
Sandwich full of cockmeat
So like ya fuckin heart beat
You know that i be dropping
Straight to the d-town
Reppin til the death of me and
Always stay roud
City full of destiny never play round
Sniffin for the recipe
Yeah we grey hounds
Lions tigers everything
Roars from the pound
Of a piston in the whip boutta
Shut the state down
Think you fuckin slick
We gon run ya ass out
And remind you every year that
We run we the game now
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Woah
Written by: Austin Hermiz
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