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rave
14
Hip-Hop
rave was released on May 22, 2026 by Heymylan as a part of the album Consumption
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Release DateMay 22, 2026
LabelHeymylan
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM112

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heymylan
Heymylan
Lead Vocals
1i1an1
1i1an1
Performer
VampViolence
VampViolence
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Heymylan
Heymylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heymylan
Heymylan
Producer

Lyrics

**** say he really gettin' paid, ****, you a bot
Bitch say she really love me, you just love this cock
**** try to call me broke, buddy, where your fuckin' guap?
**** say he slidin' for his man, he a dead opp
Don't ask what I'm sippin' on, buddy, this that one pop
Beat a **** ass with my hands, bitch, I feel like Rock
Takin' drugs to my fuckin' face, bitch, I feel like God
Tell this bitch suck on my dick, baby, don't stop
Beefin' with a lot of fuck ****, buddy, shoot that top
**** talkin' 'bout that bop, bitch, boy, she a bop
She a bop, but I keep her 'round to give me top
Me and cuz off that-, ay, ay, and make her-, hold on
Me and cuz off that real shit and make her heart stop
**** say he gettin' to the pape', buddy, where your guap?
Freak bitch want the dick, talkin' 'bout, "Where your cock?"
Sleepin' on a bitch couch, ****, where the fuck your job?
Drugs like a water bottle, ****, I'ma take your top, yeah
With the white guys and we smokin' pot
Fuck an opp ho so I get the fuckin' drop
Fuckin' on this crackhead bitch, so we smokin' rocks
I get guap, yeah, a lot
****, fuck 12, doin' donuts in the lot
I can't stop beatin' dick 'cause a-, hold on
I can't stop beatin' my meat 'cause I do that shit a lot
Beat my meat nine to five like a motherfuckin' job
Lost my voice in my show, I damn near can't even talk my shit
Dude think the drank he sippin' fire, but his pint hit
Crisped up the mics in the mosh, shit, I dropped Ricky
Buddy got an arsenal of weapons, should he hit lick?
Bullets connect to his skin and left
Him twisted like a whip stick, bitch
Ten round drum, only got sixty 'cause I shot forty
Dude always lyin' 'bout the cup, he never sippin' on it
Suspenders on your jeans, know a damn well your fit dorky
Buddy still mixin' in the trap, keep the wrist workin'
Written by: Heymylan
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