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EXPOSED

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Hip-Hop/Rap

EXPOSED was released on June 19, 2025 by noctiumsound as a part of the album EXPOSED - Single

Song Details

AlbumEXPOSED - Single

Release DateJune 19, 2025

Labelnoctiumsound

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

crimson

Performer

iced

Harmony Vocals

Aiden Prasad

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

crimson

Songwriter

iced

Songwriter

Aiden Prasad

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Vuesound

Producer

Lyrics

Finna hit the opposition, they gon' fall back

I'm the only reason that you ever got a call back

Burden your collective make you wanna end it all

Should've called -

Maybe they can get your squad back

Knew you wouldn't show 'cause you ain't got no ground to stand on

Couldn't take a hit so you just said it all and ran on and ran on

Thought Nessa got a job? Oh, you slow

Yeah, your shawty on your bro

You ain't know? Now you know bruh

I'ma put your neck inside a rope boy

He said he gon' hurt me but I promise that he won't boy

I can guarantee you 'bout to choke boy

Glocky get to clapping just like I done told a joke boy

Know I'm wrapping up your body, 'bout to bury it

And I ain't ever miss so yeah of course I'm 'bout to cherrypick

I bet you still gon' read the signs and think bout the contrary

You just look like you the type to watch her cheat and still get married

Yeah, your shawty getting bagged by another man

I'm carrying

Got pistols on my side, you know they twins, so keep on staring

And you'll notice that some things are way more different than you think

I'm a father in your eyes, I grip the twins like I be parenting 'em

On my stupid shit

You online, ain't doing shit

I'll be at your neck, you tryna cross mine, crucifix

Watch while all my shooters hit this small fry

Barrel's in his face, it got him cross-eyed viewing it

I can't wait 'til I see a opp

Said he'd wipe the floor with me but can't 'cuz he'd need a mop

Your bitch want the gang, she gon' shake when she see the guap

Spinning through, we skate, figure 8 'til I see you drop

I just took a step right into Bali, who you marrying

My god, it's 2 degrees outside, it's honestly infuriating

I just took a step right out the Audi, 'bout to pair and sync my mobile to it

Catching up, I'm skilled, it's like McLarens

Goin' slower than your girl made that decision, and that's saying something

I just pulled the tec out on your brother, yeah, that's saying something

You just saw your homie hit a lick and now you saying something

Now you got three bullets in your head, yeah, you ain't saying nothing

(@iced)

You too broke, boy, you need your racks up

When I pull that shotgun, boy, to me you can't front

Whippin' round your block, if I see you gassed up

Get to squeezing that pump, finna leave your ass slumped boy

RIP bozo

5'7, up on my money I'm 6'4 though

Diabetic pockets filled up, I'ma get more dough

Apple bottom jeans with that choppa, he get

(low, low, low, low, low, low)

You ain't with the shits, bro bro

Stay with a big pole though

K finna click, flash like taking a quick photo

Oh, no

Supersuit cape and the wrist frozone

Take it you a bitch so don't play with the kid or you'll be

Dead on the floor, popped with the stick

You not with the shits

Tec at his dome, Oculus Rift

And I'm on they strip for saying they was plotting to get me

Watch your steps like FitBit 'cuz you do not wanna trip

Stop with that chit chat

Glock where my hip at

Lift that (click, clack)

Y'all better get back

Talk like a bitch, boy I'll get you bitch slapped

Do you like your hairline, I'll push your shit back

Get back, I'ma put that iron to your skull

Hear it (click, clack)

I'm gon' put em all through your dome

I'ma mismatch, let's see if you die or you don't

Fading all black, think it's 'bout time you exposed

You think you hard but you not

I could list a thousand people who done been in your spot

You wanna talk to 'em? Go ahead, I promise they not

Breathing the same air that you be while you high in the lot

Yeah, all your homies are dead, whether you like it or not

The only reason you ain't with them's 'cuz they hard and you not

Ain't got no reason to clip you I ain't taking no shot

Better keep my name out your mouth

Or you'll be just like your pops

I swear to god

I'm strapped up when I walk up in this hoe, uh huh

Got me started, now we've gotta get him gone, uh huh

I think that it's time we let 'em know

Boy, you pussy, talking shit until you 'bout to get exposed, uh huh

Grab me that 'lil choppa, shit'll blow

You know I'ma keep on clicking 'til your body hit the floor, uh huh

Uh, I think that it's time we let 'em know

Boy, you pussy, talking shit until you 'bout to get exposed, uh huh

Written by: Aiden Prasad, OUTCATS, crimson, iced, sluzz

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