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JACKRABBIT
255
Hip-Hop/Rap
JACKRABBIT was released on July 25, 2025 by Peysoh / EMPIRE as a part of the album FinallyFed
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelPeysoh / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peysoh
Peysoh
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Oropeza
Kevin Oropeza
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
igkchrome
igkchrome
Producer
c0urage
c0urage
Producer
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Recording Engineer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Benjamin Mathew
Benjamin Mathew
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
[Verse 1]
I'm broke, bitch, okay, we only fuckin' if yo' bag right
Suck a ****, got a potty mouth until we pass by
Brodie, you a bitch, on this planet in yo' last life
We'll really make a top shotta **** act right
Dashin' on they block, knock him off his tippy-toe
Ain't no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know
Can't tell 'em what I'm hearing, but I bet he feel me though
How you wifin' up a eater, ****? You a silly, Joe
We been playing with them yappies, come and get yo' car flipped
We gon' do it broad day and on some after dark shit
My killers on whatever, trippin', quick to park shit
When you thuggin' in these streets, you really make your heart stiff
Baby, I'm a bad doomer, opps know I don't give a fuck
I make this for the killers, don't go play this shit in the club
They knew it ain't no runnin', but before I made it run
On the gang, I had a B before you touched your first gun
[Chorus]
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
[Verse 2]
Nah, nah, nah, nah
I ain't graduate from syrup, so I'm agitated, nah
Real jerk off, keen masturbation, nah
Put a bitch on the street before an allegation, nah
Thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh-uh
Real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up, blister, huh
Free my ****, De Santan, buy that ****, huh
Free my ****, BG Jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin' for a pickle
I was tryna get him out that window
Tryna reverse the sentence, **** tweakin', I won't finish
All these bullets'll get me in Guinness, spendin' money on pendants and on piss
You ain't a pussy, ain't gon' give a pussy this
Pop, top, VPN loaded on the six drop
He ain't came up with us, fuck him, ****, photo crop
I was standin' front line, mostly I would drop
Chin up, ****, chest out, what these **** not?
[Chorus]
We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, when hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Written by: Jackson Johnston, Kevin Oropeza, Miles Parks McCollum
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