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Sin City
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sin City was released on May 8, 2026 by YGP LLC as a part of the album Sin City - Single
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Release DateMay 8, 2026
LabelYGP LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hundo Brazy
Hundo Brazy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ken Walker
Ken Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyson
Tyson
Producer

Lyrics

Ayo, Ten
You know how my **** rollin
**** tryna play, you know we ball
I might just get a trophy
My **** hard, you know we bounce out
****, we might break the rim
**** tryna spin up on the block
Left blood all on the rims
My block turnt up we movin
Wait around just like we in the gym
And I aim up to that ****
Headtop strap like a brim
I can do the shit I do right now
On God, because I'm him
I'm gon' aim that way to fuck on God
And knock off all these limbs
I'm tryna cash out on a ten
Let's slide out to the ATM
I just can't stop poppin' my shit
Until I'm up on honeymill
In my head right now, like right now
I do not know how to feel
I'm gon' dump the Glock
I don't need **** just like I should kill
I'm so young and turned right now on God
And I ain't signed no deal
Only hop out with them switches on
The bad we tryna kill
Paper chasin, ****
I step money with my acro
Off Percatins and I start shakin
I act just like it hollow
Roll a three-five in the wood on God
And why my eye low
Some lady boy shit get to me
Like what it's on my mind for
I got VV diamonds on my neck
Cause I ask you, like, to skate
I'm so goddamn hot right now
I think that I'm in faggot space
She think she bigger than a pro
Girl, I'm tellin' her, stay in the place
Might just do that **** bad
And I bet we won't leave a trace
So many shooters, I'm ballin
**** with seven, that shit, ****
I sold Miley
****, hop out with the gang on God
I'm snuck in the garage and your life ain't quality
Bro, hop out with the nine
I bet these fuck-ass ****, they gon' get slaughtered
Used to hop out with the guy on the ho
Our bad bitch got tossed
Where we bought, ****, we need trouble
On God, yeah, I'm gon' pass the bro
If my young **** had to get open
Hop out with the young crew
****, you know that a bro be told
On God, I'm gettin' four right now on God on flow
Locked in with all of them fellas
And on God, I put on seven-sheets
Shoes right up in his belly
You know that I got that zap for real
On God, my past be sellin
If I do, y'all know lil' bro for real
I slime out like Miley
P-U-Fuck on God, I feel like I'm Mark Kelly
Callin' ho up, put the dick all in her belly
I got big attachments
On my guns, on God, so lethal weapon
I put shots under that ****
Hide you like he fuckin' Nelly
I put shots under that ****
Hide you like he fuckin' Nelly
Hide you like he fuckin' Nelly
Written by: Ken Walker
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