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Wildest
3,578
Rap
Wildest was released on January 14, 2022 by Mixtape Madness as a part of the album Violent Siblings
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Release DateJanuary 14, 2022
LabelMixtape Madness
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Horrid1
Horrid1
Performer
Savo
Savo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horrid1
Horrid1
Composer
Savo
Savo
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghosty
Ghosty
Producer

Lyrics

Shit, thought Hunch missed the drop
But I never ain’t talking about rap
I’m talking about on the opp piece
Get 'round, shotgun with the leather
I could've done better, when I caught my man
I could’ve drenched him better
My black blade was wet, but - was wetter
Didn’t think he’d survive this cheffer
Don't shout AJT on that flow
Cuh he started that one
That one
Twenty-two inch black blade
Put the whole nank in
I started that one
Catch me a opp, I’ll attack one
Praying a few minutes later I'll pack one
The mandem just copped like four more tings
It’s about time Huncho tapped one
Chase man on the wing like Ashley did
The only difference is I'm attacking
In the space of a sec
Put three of them punks on my nizz
Don't tell me about stabbings
Bare man screaming, 'Wild Wild West'
But they ain’t on nothing, why they capping?
We’re the reason that West is wild
That’s nothing but facts
Done a hundred stabbings and slappings
Ask **** how we slapped up his yard
Nah, I ain’t capping, ask ****
Them bullets just crashed through the whip
Then broksi, leaned out the ride and crashed him
Rentals crashing, they kept on dashing
The mandem cheffed down (Ching, ching)
Just left my ped, no NHS
Two hands on the mash start clapping
I’m from a block where bells get pressed
And **** get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can’t lie, it’s a mess
But what can I say? It’s the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much and you ain’t got bread
Stress, talk less
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen'
I’m from a block where bells get pressed
And **** get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can’t lie, it’s a mess
But what can I say? It’s the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much and you ain’t got bread?
Stress, (How?) talk less
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen'
It’s only us and the South side of Acton
Nobody else in west is wild
I ain’t going 'round in circles
I back my verbal
Real life, I get **** down (Ching)
They say that they’re winning
They must be joking
I swear I’m embarrassed
To beef these clowns
But let me not call it beef
Just bullying neeks
They run, get caught and drowned in blood
If the medics ain’t quick
They're fucked
I got my temper from my pops and Hunch'
If **** tripped up then he woulda turned bud
How you sitting on your bum
When your pockets are bruk?
What the fuck, you bum?
I can’t get buzzed on (No)
I’m the opp that the pagans run from
My man had it but still got dumped on
Ain’t nobody safe when I got my gloves on
Do drill rap but don’t drill
Stick to love songs, ain’t in the streets
So, yo, stop rapping it
Easy targets, them man ain’t challenging
When I saw ****, **** easily savaged him
All of this chat that I chat
I’m backing it
Spot me a opp on sight
I’m attacking him
She ain’t got backs
I ain’t tapping it
We ain’t rap battling
We the West savages
I’m from a block where bells get pressed
And *** get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can’t lie, it’s a mess
But what can I say? It’s the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much and you ain’t got bread?
Stress, (How?) talk less
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen'
I’m from a block where bells get pressed
And *** get cheffed (Ching, ching)
I can’t lie, it’s a mess
But what can I say? It’s the Wild Wild West
How you talk so much and you ain’t got bread?
Stress, (How?) talk less
The life I live is intense
Done most of my teenage years in the pen'
Written by: Horrid1, Savo
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