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Raspy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Raspy was released on March 31, 2026 by PIKN as a part of the album Raspy - Single
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Release DateMarch 31, 2026
LabelPIKN
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM145

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PIKN
PIKN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jose C.
Jose C.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TMX
TMX
Producer

Lyrics

Funny ass dude on IG tryna flunk bout my last piece.
I'm bleeding around the whole city, the city ask me why I’m taxing.
I'm crazy and don't play dumb I told you about this shit, actually.
You trying to hijack my wave, I told you ain't none getting past me.
You did that today, you did that yesterday.
I did that last week.
Yeah, you saying a lot & not doing enough, your voice getting raspy
You talking your shit you’re popping your shit but your leg still ashy.
I'm really legit.
Im collecting blicks this my masterpiece.
This that bach back
Been outside my diamonds, popping, bitch like hashtag
Yeah these dudes is dirty.
I'm fin pass them wash rags
I’m stuck in the crib getting lit lil bitch I watch classics
Boy tryna text me bout that green lil boy, you know, i passed it.
Fucked over some people for some money, that's Jurassic.
Hop out with that, heater this bitch some, exotic , plastic , fuck a desert eagle , this blick gotta switch like it’s a transition.
I just been big, big.
I don't board no mission.
I'm aboard the play every time and they listen. Buddy on the way for that grind, ain't no dissing.
I just pulled up with the max vibes
They gonna piss some.
I just got my teeth enabled know they wanna kiss it.
I just did the life I had.
I never fucking wished it
wasted time and then I had to drop their ass, but I'm not switching.
Kept my vibe & I remained myself, man, fuck a critic.
On the run of police, never caught me got no tickets.
I got dough I'm cooking shit.
They think that I got biscuits on the road, just hit me on FaceTime.
I miss your lipstick .
You don't know the answer, little boy, you is not a quizlet
You beefing with the wrong slump.
I'm gucci now, gucci down, like lil pump.
I’m tailored down I’m blazed as fuck I just smoked me a stump
They hated then, they waking up now.
What the fuck?
Sleeped in I slept out but I'll remain the one.
Take the swag take the sound, but they make it up.
Walk around, I'm bleeding down.
You know, it get crunk.
Pockets loaded with my man we gon pop the trunk
Written by: Jose C.
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