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HOOP AGAIN
Hip-Hop/Rap
HOOP AGAIN was released on December 21, 2025 by FTL as a part of the album BALLAD OF BLACK DYNAMITE (DELUXE)
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Release DateDecember 21, 2025
LabelFTL
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keagen Ferguson
Keagen Ferguson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keagen Ferguson
Keagen Ferguson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
junï
junï
Producer

Lyrics

Posted with my evil twin, Bro don't miss, he got a zen
**** think he Sharky, we gon' see who got the biggest fins
Glocks ain't new to us, just go ask Cash, he had like every Gen
I'm calm under pressure, fuck a threat buddy just do it man
He tried the play it, didn't work, but ran it back, you stupid man
I'm drivin, dumpin' with my left like Harden and shootin' hand
The Jwett make me Chrome Heart flex, I'm gettin' stupid bands
I'm blowin' **** out, I make em' never wanna hoop again
My cup came fully loaded, if I finish it I'm paralyzed
Fuck y'all **** doin, take a second go and strategize
We smokin' different today, it's candy apple pie
He broke I might tell you a joke, but I can't tell a lie
The play clear, then it's lit, she in my face, she gettin' hit
This ain't no act, it ain't no script, you come this way, you gettin' stripped
That **** told he givin' tips, we havin' shit, got plenty chips
I'm on a different type of high today, the Qua and Tris, I mixed
I could probably coach the Colts, the way I coordinate the blitz
I could probably be on Vogue, the way I coordinate the fit
Ain't no hidin' from the Five, know where your coordination is
FN, knock him off his feet, like, where your coordination went
Blessed by Jesus and the Woo lady, thought you new baby
This shit ain't new, baby, you just ain't knew baby
We puttin' belts to ass, he wanna call the troops
**** fuck ya
My brother, blow like Louis Armstrong
Glock just like a trumpet
Tell the truth, that **** duckin
I score easy, I get buckets, coach that fundamentals matter
I'm on that block like Tim Duncan, way a **** beat the road
They thought a **** probably trucking, he talk too much, they tapped his muffin
He seen I'm goin, he ain't comin
It ain't my fault
That y'all lil' bitch love me, the way I'm shittin' on these ****
Bitch, I need a huggy, I told him, look up in the mirror
This shit gettin' ugly, boy, I ain't Jay-Z or Pharrell
Cause I can't do the frontin
I can't do it
Written by: K. Ferguson
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