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Heartbeat
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Heartbeat was released on August 10, 2025 by BoogieWick as a part of the album Heartbeat - Single
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Release DateAugust 10, 2025
LabelBoogieWick
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BoogieWick
BoogieWick
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Keitt
Tyree Keitt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BoogieWick
BoogieWick
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
4th quarter Ty and I’ll end it, so please don’t start me
Think the shells out the gun too salty
The bros got some shit that could fuck up ya heartbeat
Watch face, but these **** can’t guard me
Same plays — we gon’ do ’em regardless
If you not gon’ provide, do not hop in the Audi
If you not the bro, it’s salute me or park me
[Verse 2]
Brodie just flock from the free throw
Don’t shoot threes, we don’t need those
Grinchin’ — Duski would flock for Doritos
Cheese — he tryna get paid like Nino
Shorty too green like Selo
Would’ve played with the box, the thot too evil
The bros spent days outside
We heard they was spinnin’, they cannot be lookin’ for me though
[Verse 3]
The neck the pain — she was feenin’ to suck
Backshot demon — she thought it was slugs
New procedure, Mbeez get him cut
Once you see him bleedin’, you know that he runts
Don’t forget the grabba
Mbeezy was hype when we got ’em
Tz be fross, he just passed me some hot stuff
If he keep rollin’ blunts, somebody call the doctor
[Verse 4]
We can’t smoke them boys without the punch
I was raised by the demons — should know where I’m from
And I swear, if they playin’ with Ty then it’s up
Got the G in my genes ’cause my pops was a Blood
I’m a shooter, but Brodie could dunk
We gotta break the press — where’s number one?
Like **** dumb — we could just set him up
**** came for the kill, he the one gettin’ crunched
[Verse 5]
Tryna have fun, so we poppin’ bottles
If I get that ticket, I’m hittin’ the lotto
We could do this today or tomorrow
If Brodie need backup, then I got his follow
Shorty cream, so we roll the Gelato
Same green bitch — I’m jackin’ her box, though
Two-man weave — I had to call up Lonzo
If you put the opps in the spliff then I’m chiefin’
[Verse 6]
Met her on Thursday, cracked same weekend
Can’t get out the box ’cause my handle was tweakin’
Might put up a shot on your ball tryna green it
If he wit his bitch, then it’s ultimate defense
The bro caught him leavin’ and we did him badly
We handin’ out slices, Mbeezy got the scappy
Said she wit her friend — you know what gotta happen
Same-day shipping — we could make it snappy
[Verse 7]
It’s dead two baddies
Tryna cyphe, so I just sent the addy
Duwop told me he jackin’ her vibe
So you know I had to throw the alley
She always get mad when we go for a hit
The smoke out the metal, not talkin’ ’bout drip
It’s pedal to metal if he in that whip
We finished the mission, then we took a flick
[Verse 8]
We dead let him rock — we should’ve took his kicks
**** ain’t even run, he dead was off the liqs
**** cocked back the chop — we thought he threw a pitch
Shed tears in the gym — I’ll be damned if I miss
The bros put pain in this shit
Back out the book and cross him off the list
Baby ooter — rock him in that crib
Lil bro crash — he not one of them kids
[Verse 9]
Bro don’t like the flash, so he don’t take pics
Don’t got cash? Then he ain’t make shit
Kick us a bank and it’s same-day flips
And the bros got stashes that you gotta get
Can’t blast him — ’cause we got the up
Can’t sack him — he never got rushed
Tino just backed out the pump, straight up outta the trunk
Tried to run — shot fucked up his speed, it’s a bump
[Verse 10]
Jump shot perfect
If I had the light in my hand, it was workin’
Shorty know ’bout the stance — had them nervous
You know it’s a buck if she get in her Birkin
Pops ran up his stats and he beat every murder
Boogie the prince in this shit like he Persian
Jumped off the bikes — we had to get up closer
If bro got the whip, then we runnin’ him over
[Verse 11]
Chop large — had to fix up my posture
We don’t care for ****, we not foster
Brodie elite from the mark, couldn’t control the whip
We had them **** nauseous
We ready for war — had to bomb ’em
You knew she the line — why TF did you call her?
**** was on him — 9 in his back, we had to Tony Park ’em
The G2 small, but the shit still barkin’
[Verse 12]
It’s bread on the line, so don’t think I won’t guard up
If he fuck up the game, he a goner
It might be a body if he don’t move cautious
Written by: Tyree Keitt
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