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Hitman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hitman was released on March 31, 2025 by ReignCloud as a part of the album AGGROV3LI
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Release DateMarch 31, 2025
LabelReignCloud
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM184

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rey Morado
Rey Morado
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Ryan Tuft
Erik Ryan Tuft
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4th-I Riddle C
4th-I Riddle C
Producer

Lyrics

I just came up, straight facts, can't a motherfucker change us
Straight beast, I need feast, I be fanged up
I got target on me back, better aim up, bitch what you talkin' bout
Fuck bout a sneak diss, these hoes lame on my name, they gon' speak this and that
Say it with they chest never, yeah, this a fact
Is that a dead body, nah, this the pack
Came in with my ****
I could never diss the pack
The real a diss, tell that **** he should give it up
**** scamming and say this entrepreneurial, I'm the god in person, picture and video
Lyrically the draw, I murder the music, cereal breakfast
These **** ain't as serious, fumble the set list
You was in background, now why you acting extra
She give me pat down, I need more than a second
Can't ever back down, you **** be pathetic
Don't know your background, you probably just a character
You lookin' run down, ain't got no way to catch it
Fah, one down, I kill it with a
You was in background, now why you acting extra
She give me pat down, I need more than a second
Can't ever back down, you **** was pathetic
Don't know your background, you probably just a character
They lookin' run down, ain't no way they could catch it
Fah, one down, I kill it with affection
Roll til the sun down, got smoke all in my section
Shawty get low, and I'ma buss it like a weapon
Pass me rello
If I get my fingers on it, strum it like a cello
Plug in Ellenwood, shawty got it for l-o
We in Hell, **** I can't even spare a hello
Feel my time running lower, I ain't seven below
Yet yet and still, I can't rest, nah, ****, hell no
They say they hard, nah, Elmo, cooked pasta elbow
I be lookin' like a Rasta, kill these hoes, Othello
All I know is they impostor, tax a ****, Zillow
Green Goblin, I got bomb, now watch Rey drop it below
These **** mad, and to be honest ain't no stoppin' the show
Can't hit my blizzy, I'm sorry, I call a chop to the throat
Take me right off the floor
You was in background, now why you acting extra
She give me pat down, I need more than a second
Can't ever back down, you **** was pathetic
Don't know your background, you probably just a character
They lookin' run down, ain't no way they could catch it
Fah, one down, I kill it with affection
Roll til the sun down, got smoke all in my section
Shawty get low, and I'ma buss it like
Written by: Erik Ryan Tuft
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