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MoMA
Hip-Hop/Rap
MoMA was released on April 10, 2026 by Wasted Talent Worldwide as a part of the album union - EP
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelWasted Talent Worldwide
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HENRY HEREDIA
HENRY HEREDIA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
HENRY HEREDIA
HENRY HEREDIA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dimitrious
Dimitrious
Producer

Lyrics

I'm rockin' this spider, yeah, it's my attire
I'm spittin' them flames, you call this shit fire
I hop in the whip and I'm burnin' the tires
The bitch said she love me like, why are you lyin'
I just invented the swag and they bite
And if he talkin' shit, I crash out on sight
Get yo ho, she ride like a bike
I'm paintin' my nails, they ask for a lighter
I don't got a lighter, I light this shit up
I don't even smoke, but the smoke goin' up
I'm ridin' round in a big-ass truck
They wanna fight, but I don't wanna fight
And I don't keep a gun, but I'm shootin' the shit
Too many bitches, too many bitches
I can't find a bitch that I wanna be with
I'm so hot, need a coolin' kit
These **** talkin' that shit, I don't give a fuck
What are you doin', bitch
I be rulin', bitch
I am the king of shit
These **** so trash, they be hearin' my songs
It makes them wanna quit
I wake up and I feel so lit
I got Supreme on my feet, yeah, I got bread, bread
Talk down, aim for your head, head
Talk down, I'm leavin' you red, red
Yo, bitch, wanna be in my bed, bed
I'm not a saint, I sin all the time
Can't fuck with **** that get out of line
**** just act tough online
Hop on the track, make dope rhymes
I just be spittin' the whole time
She like the fizz like cola
Stack it up get a Motorola
Art, on the wall, just like MoMA
Pick up the phone, I don't wanna
I got a NUMBER (N)INE I'm on a hunnid
I'm on that timin', I told him to run it
I'm on the ground, I'm stackin' up the hunnids
I'm rockin' this spider, yeah, it's my attire
I'm spittin' them flames, you call this shit fire
I hop in the whip and I'm burnin' the tires
The bitch said she love me like, why are you lyin'
I just invented the swag and they bite
And if he talkin' shit, I crash out on sight
Get yo ho, she ride like a bike
I'm paintin' my nails, they ask for a lighter
I don't even smoke, but the smoke goin' up
I'm ridin' round in a big-ass truck
They wanna fight, but I don't wanna fight
And I don't keep a gun, but I'm shootin' the shit
Too many bitches, too many bitches
I can't find a bitch that I wanna be with
Written by: HENRY HEREDIA
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