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Uncharted
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Uncharted was released on April 30, 2026 by Terrorism as a part of the album Uncharted - Single
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Release DateApril 30, 2026
LabelTerrorism
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrorism
Terrorism
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrorism
Terrorism
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrorism
Terrorism
Engineer
Shelbybaby
Shelbybaby
Producer

Lyrics

Huh
Huh
Huh
Yea,
Yea
Smoke that gas
Smoke that gas
I'm high as hell fasho
Fell in love with double cups Got me moving slow
Ridin' with a fashion bitch, got a fashion ho
Before you speak bout' me
Check yo facts lil' ho
Remember what I told you
I'ma show these **** some they ain't never seen
I saw the game, gave that bitch a wedding ring
They ain't give a fuck about me, now they wanna call let it ring
We was just some lil' ass boys, now we ball money green
And I ain't stunting y'all
15 shots Austin Reeves
And it's been fuck you ****
My foot on they necks can't let em' breathe
Can't let em' breathe
Won't let em' breathe
I got clientele
Whole sale
Push up at the hotel
Weed smell
See twelve
We dip just like rotel
We go S.U.V
Load the chop
Trynna give em hell
Who you think you is
You is not
I'm the one prevail
I pop U.A.V
Spot all the oops
I got eyes in the sky
They sent my boy down the road
Free my slime
He got caught with the fye
Tell no lie
Fucked the same damn Thot
But I didn't have to try
See through my lens
See a whole lotta pain
Might break down and cry
It's always something
I've had enough I'm moving on won't waste my time with it
I'm going up she walking out that's perfect timing
I was by myself
Feeling like my whole damn life finished
And then theres grief
That shit come with a life sentence
I fly across the world
I've been
callin' ya I've been calling your name
It don't matter how it go I take all of the blame
Take all the blame
I ain't worried about them, uh-huh
I'ma go get the gems, uh-huh
Racks jump out the gym, uh-huh
Put a pop on the grill, uh-huh
I just fucked on the baddest thot
One hit of the gas got you passing out
Told her, I need space like an astronaut
It's a get money team are you in or not
Smoke that gas
Smoke that gas
I'm high as hell fasho
Fell in love with double cups Got me moving slow
Ridin' with a fashion bitch, got a fashion ho
Before you speak bout' me
Check yo facts lil' ho
Remember what I told you
I'ma show these **** some they ain't never seen
I saw the game, gave that bitch a wedding ring
They ain't give a fuck about me, now they wanna call let it ring
We was just some lil' ass boys, now we ball money green
And I ain't stunting y'all
15 shots Austin Reeves
And it's been fuck you ****
My foot on they necks can't let em' breathe
Can't let em' breathe
Won't let em' breathe
Written by: Terrorism
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