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jack the ripper//
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Hip-Hop/Rap
jack the ripper// was released on April 14, 2025 by Maddox Music as a part of the album EVERYTHING
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Release DateApril 14, 2025
LabelMaddox Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Gilfilian
Dylan Gilfilian
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Bones
Kid Bones
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Ayo, that pocket rocket launcher know to sauce em, if I let it squeeze
I was pushin' P's
On them bows like compression sleeves
She was pushin' P on the road, she got on her knees
But that lil' bitch ain't even born with it
That's just Maybelline
Told that hoe that we ran out of coke just to make her leave
Stuffin' grass in them black bags, we ain't rakin' leaves
Duffel bags, where the cash at? Quarter M a piece
Came a long way from dub sacks and them swisher' sweets
Bitch, I set plays
Number one on my motherfuckin' roster, Lamborghini in the six-car garage
That shit used to be an Impala, and I know that it piss y'all off
But that ain't my problem, you ain't workin' hard as me
You think you should have my wallet?
I know you think you hungry
Lil' bitch, I'm fuckin' starvin
My team gon' eat regardless
And we get high as Martians
Oh, that new Push to Start?
Ain't even on the market
We ball just like the Chargers
Run shit like I was Tomlinson
My Audemars is armored
Ain't no cubic zirconias
Pick hoes like I got roses
You think you cold, you think you sick?
Lil' bitch, I got pneumonia
Tell me how my fit, whip, money, and my bitches foreign
Used to be just pocket lint, now my pockets enormous
Impala to a Panamera from a Panamera to a Urus
I make hits and I make moments
Few hunnid thousand just from touring
Smokin' on ounces just to function
LV all over my luggage, belly deep
When I bust her, you know me
I ain't tellin, stay low-key
Otherwise, you get them leeches and them vultures
Want a piece of what you got?
They ain't got nothin' to offer
Bitch, you broke, still too high like fuck em
Bitch, you broke, still too rich like fuck em
Bitch, you broke, you'd get sick
If you saw how I just upgraded my budget
Boy, my rent will make you churn in your stomach
And my kids ain't gonna grow up without nothin
Like I did, so I doubled up my rims
5.5s on my tints, brand new car, smell like some pledge
I'm sittin' crooked on a beach, I'm sippin' wokhardt in the sand
To a mansion from no pot to piss in, now I'm about my business
Groupie models shakin' like some Parkinson's
And boy, I hardly finish, look like I'm washin' dishes
Royal Oak Piguet, I smell like I'm rich
She said I smell like I'm sex, sippin' on this Molly water
That's the taste of death, we don't make a mess
We just makin' checks, I don't chase a bitch, shit
I don't even chase my liquor
Boy I body beats, kill shit
Jack the Ripper, I been gettin' lucky
Y'all been crackin' mirrors, I just spent twoK on jeans
Supreme collab with these Amiris
They callin' me the goat, I'm startin' to believe em
New J's ain't no creases, my flow give em seizures
On her knees like she love Jesus, eat it up like Reese's
I'll fuck her if she actin' right
Black and white, they call me Zebra
Written by: Dylan Gilfilian
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