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AKIMBO
Hip-Hop/Rap
AKIMBO was released on January 9, 2026 by Serene Records. as a part of the album B-SIDE
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AlbumB-SIDE
Release DateJanuary 9, 2026
LabelSerene Records.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM179

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HOOV
HOOV
Performer
PapiVersace
PapiVersace
Performer
Brandon Lee White
Brandon Lee White
Rap
Brian Moragne
Brian Moragne
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Lee White
Brandon Lee White
Songwriter
Brian Moragne
Brian Moragne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PapiVersace
PapiVersace
Producer

Lyrics

Double up the sticky like akimbo
Oppositions want me dead I'm down to ride though
Me and all my brothers
Man, we got the the cheat codes
I ain't f****** on this lil b****
Cause she a broke hoe
F*** that b**** and get this money
That's the motto
Packin all this f****** money in this Louis bag
I'm a mother f****** g
But you ain't new to that
I got three bad b******
All undressing no a thousand island
My life like a movie
Take a seat and we can talk about it
Yeah, what
I pop a perky
Drop like racks on the strip
And I won't talk about it
Yeah what
Cause I be getting at these n****
Wanna ask me how the f*** I got it
If you that n****,
Then why yo diamonds clouded
I'm getting that big bank
My n**** Not a doubt about it
I tuck my chains, but leave my rings on
Show you how to tussle
N**** who with me might get you for Louis bag
Keep my enemies closer
I'm faking like I love them
Watch from the back
Cause a n**** be snakie
But I ain't new to that
Off of the muscle
Banging, I'm peace in that n****
Like a puzzle
Learn how to hustle
Quick and I'm clipping these n****
Like I'm Russell
Better eat your Brussels
Better yet, I could make one call for the muscle
Swear to God, I could touch you
Like a ghost, but it feels like a knife
When I gut you, mother f*****
I'm my brothers keeper know I got a heater
For some body try and cross me
We gone pour you out a liter
RIP you
Shout Anita
Imma eat the the cake and
Bake you from two seaters
And I hope I sound elitest
Cause I need a couple milli for a dilli for my fam I'm tryna feed us
God I'm dodging all these b****** tryna lock me with a fetus they need Jesus
I need regions that's gon fill out f***** bleachers
From the the floor to the bleaders
I just hope they f***** hear us
I just hope that they can hear in the hood
And the f****** projects
Talking about the kids who raising Themselves and ain't got no father
I just hope that you get help
And you don't feel like it's a bother
When you need to talk to somebody
Bigger about your problems
I've been through them tribulations
Trust issues trust me I got them
I've been swimming in the ocean of blood
And I'm at the bottom
Imma sell my f****** soul to the people
Because they need it
How these mother f****** praying to Papi
Instead of Jesus, I could
Double up the sticky like akimbo
Oppositions want me dead I'm down to ride though
Me and all my brothers
Man, we got the the cheat codes
I ain't f****** on this lil b****
Cause she a broke hoe
F*** that b**** and get this money
That's the motto
Packin all this f****** money in this Louis bag
I'm a mother f****** g
But you ain't new to that
I got three bad b******
All undressing no a thousand island
My life like a movie
Take a seat and we can talk about it
Written by: Brandon Lee White, Brian Moragne
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