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FATAL
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Hip-Hop/Rap
FATAL was released on October 10, 2025 by Killstreak Certified as a part of the album 4NOW: PART I
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Release DateOctober 10, 2025
LabelKillstreak Certified
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
bappy
bappy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yung Money
Yung Money
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
bappy
bappy
Producer

Lyrics

Lil' ho got my name tatted on her arm, she ready to die 'bout it
(She ready to die 'bout it, ayy)
I know they hate to see me make this far, but they gotta cry 'bout it
(They gotta cry 'bout it, oh)
Lil' Bap be makin' hits now, back then, ain't have a dollar to my name
Follow my wits now, I recognize when they be chasin' fame
Did this for me and no one else, don't ever say that we the same
They steady leechin', boy, they selfish, way you move is all self-gain
DJ, turn my shit up
Hung up 'bout the past, but that ain't ever fix nothin'
I throw my cares away, 'cause why should I give two fucks?
If they try me, that's a bad move, 'cause they gon' get some
Yeah, they gon' get some, that's a promise
Oh, cuss you out, huh?
You big, stupid, ragged ass
You got me fu—
Beat his ass, that's fatal, ayy
Talkin' hot, you get strangled
Warnin' shot got you screamin', Zach Hadel
Know you ain't touch no M's, boy that's fable
Beat his ass, that's fatal, ayy
Talkin' hot, you get strangled
Warnin' shot got you screamin', Zach Hadel
Know you ain't touch no M's, boy that's fable
This time, I'm not gon' play nice
Tell them boys, "Come outside"
Long night, feel nothin' but spite
'Cause they never treated me right
We gon' kill this nation, fuck ICE
Why these pussies scurry like mice?
You don't stand on nothin', you shy
You don't stand on shit, you gon' die
No handouts, I play by the rules
When they kick you down, boy this life so cruel
Keep my head up, I can't ever lose
Get this bread up, wrist got new jewels
You dicksuck, knew you a tool
I'm sillyBoss, but I'm not a fool
Ain't with 12, fuck gabagool
You dumb as hell, boy, you drool
Without no money or no fame, I'm still gon' be the best
I just wanna make my parents proud, give a fuck about a check
I got these numbers up bein' myself, god damn, I'm truly blessed
They tellin' me to drop the fuckin' album, told the crowd, "Say less"
Without no money or no fame, I'm still gon' be the best
I just wanna make my parents proud, give a fuck about a check
I got these numbers up bein' myself, god damn, I'm truly blessed
They tellin' me to drop the fuckin' album, told the crowd, "Say less"
Written by: Yung Money
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