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KILLERS
3
Underground Rap
KILLERS was released on November 24, 2023 by CAKE3K, under exclusive license of Perc2Smelly, LLC/NuVoot as a part of the album KILLERS - Single
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Release DateNovember 24, 2023
LabelCAKE3K, under exclusive license of Perc2Smelly, LLC/NuVoot
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CAKE3K
CAKE3K
Performer
Joshua Hamre-Greene
Joshua Hamre-Greene
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Hamre
Joshua Hamre
Composer
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CAKE3K
CAKE3K
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Look at, yeah, the biggest, the biggest, yeah
Look at, yeah, yeah
Glizzy, I got shots, so watch your step
**** be talking, got no rep
I'm going home, so I'm left on rep
Fucked a herb, bitch, fuck what she said
Hopping inside, I get it from side
Hit her, got packed, shit wasn't me
This close, bitch, I'ma defeat
Bitch go whole, fuck with me
Signing up, such shit, and that
Chopper back, and shit, smack cat
I see her heart, feeling like fast
Work for less, not a hopper
That's my tune, the death
15 feet, YC2, yeah
Shit went dead like hoes in Nita
Yeah, yeah
Blast up, bro, like honey, ****
She get sick, I normally leave
Uncle going hard, I ain't get paid
This big Gucci stay on my dick
Call me K, she know I'm not sick
Had to advise, she know I'm slick
Had to advise, she was making me sick
Middling ****, that charge is tough
Parking the second, they cop my blood
Said go jump that shit with some up
Real easy, you talking to stuff
See my old, like, give me that space
In the back of the way, she's making it switch
That guy ain't from rap, beating the dish
I walk her, fuck, and that lil' bitch
Now I ain't even mad, you can have it
**** from my strip, that shit, I throw it
Bitch, I cost a cake
Call it blitz, yeah, yeah
31 smoke, ****, better solve it
Yeah, ****, 31 smoke, ****, better solve it
God, rest on kicking the door
Twisting bitch, he torn the pole
She ain't laying, I'm facing the coke
Got king in the trunk, I been all low
This ain't no cap, bitch, I know cap
She so old, like, bitch, now who's up?
I'm in the club, I feel like a check
He wants something, I up the pay
Showing her no one, stand my toe
A bitch made one, I fell apart
Getting the mission, get from here
He's like, I'm like, what you saying?
I'm like, what you saying?
I'm like, what you saying?
I'm like, what you saying?
BZV goofy, I feel that dance
I'm texting Nick, put pressure on your head
That **** show me his name, no check
Sending shit, put a check on my step
Pulling her, yeah, fuck with a 10
I'm checking green, I'm chasing red
Turning up once, I'm stepping my drip
And grab my damn father, they done read
These shit ain't ready, ain't no debate
Them **** now come to grass
Please, hop in the net, I'm doing the dash
In that crib, sort of big, man
Hop in the car, check out the top
**** talking out blood, my ****, FNAMB
Go ahead, eat, cooking that bitch, I left my back
Ain't no glee, bitch, ain't no spray
You want that smoke, that **** dead
I'm laughing, counting his bread
I'm laughing, laughing, counting his bread
Felicity, check it, watch how I step
**** be talking, he said I got rep
Going home, said leave me a rep
Push a shirt, yeah, fuck what you said
Yeah, that fuck with your heart, yeah, fuck what you said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back at the
, I'm bumping the F
**** talking about me, in the rap
That bitch is a black, since the hair get home all night
I ain't get attached, I'm jumping the beat
Me that shit, she said I'm just smoking this gas
This shit is obnoxious, bitch won't go
That motherfucker's crayon, **** is broke
He stacking the rules, don't say much
Just understand I'm saying, bitch won't count
I'm copping the Benz, fucking that Fanny, I stick to the plan
Some **** goofy, still on stance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he still on stance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blizzy, I got shots, just watch how I say
**** is talking, got no rep
I'm going home, so left me on rep
Version heard, they push the shit
Top of the side, I can't reside
Hit that pack, that wasn't me
Told her to say, bitch, I'm in the beat
I go home, who fuck with me?
Yeah, yeah, I go home, who fuck with me?
Yeah, yeah, I go home, who fuck with me?
Yeah, yeah, I go home, who fuck with me?
Written by: Jordan Carter, Joshua Hamre
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