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SUPER IDOL
Hip-Hop/Rap
SUPER IDOL was released on June 5, 2026 by FullDive as a part of the album COALESCENCE
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelFullDive
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
tazpunched
tazpunched
Rap
Tyreese "LASS0" Shazier
Tyreese "LASS0" Shazier
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
tazpunched
tazpunched
Songwriter
Mateo "MLA™" Silva
Songwriter
Tyreese "LASS0" Shazier
Tyreese "LASS0" Shazier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mateo "MLA™" Silva
Mixing Engineer
Chris Marek
Chris Marek
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Hahaha, M-MLA™?
Ok, kick your door, I'm outside with that beam, with that beam-beam
Said it's smoke, then go die with that team, with that team-team
Yeah, ok, LASS0 taking over new regime, yeah
Ok, like the way you feel, keep it real
Ok, peep you switchin' up, so what's the deal?
Ok, I can't die, they lyin', less hunnid mil'
Yeah, bitch don't waste my time, I'm off the vine, I broke the seal
Please don't waste my time
I got racks in mind, these ain't your racks, they mine
Oh, he like fashion, get him free clothes, casket time
IRL, got shooters, you got shooters online
Bitch, I do a spell with the Ruger, this shit doin' magical crime
Can't do what I do 'cause I'm fuckin' inclined to
Pop out the cut, shockin' shit like I'm Raichu
Big booty butt, take your bitch down and fire you
In love with this rap shit, tell it to marry me, I do
Chinese ho love that I make music, she call me her super idol
These **** don't ever act, it ain't no movement, they super idle
PUNX
Yeah, **** not making no moves in this bitch
So many **** is dumb as the fuck, if you talkin' nonsense then I'm losin' my shit
Look at my chain when I walk in the function, I flex, water, jugg on the bitch
Not the type **** to talk 'bout sex with your daughter, uh, cum on the bitch
Look at my boot, man, I'm Chromin' this shit
Walk in the crib, man, I'm roamin' this shit
Bad ass bitch, man, she look like Nicki
Darkside, in this bitch roamin' this shit
I got the fye, better say what you did
I put the belt on the boy like a kid
Shooter from Florida, the boy got wicks
Talk on the PUNX, you should suck my dick
I'm 'bouta come in that bitch and I'm pushin' up
Life in the blunt, but these **** not gettin' up
If I gotta slide with a forty, it's big enough
I got a gift in that bitch, hadda ribbon up
My brudda raising the roof like the ceiling up
Can't really fuck with that boy, I'm not feelin' ya
Cum in the bitch, man, it feel so peak
Way I float on the beat, man, this shit so peak, yeah
I had to go no auto just to show 'em I'm the shit, forreal
Don't really fuck with that bitch, forreal
She for the gang, get bitched, forreal
Look at my bank, I'm rich, forreal
Never gon' sell out, fuck your deal
Twelve gonna shark in this bitch like an eel
Why the fuck he talkin' on punch, I'm trill, yeah
I put a blunt in the air, yeah
Who the fuck want that smoke?
.44 deagle what the fuck I tote
**** try to hang with the guys, get a rope
X your boy out like tic, tac, toe
Finna cross that boy, treat that boy like the Pope
Bitch, don't sleep on me, get woke
Whippin' the pot and the bitch got dope
Got that bitch hooked in this bitch, lasso
Slide in this bitch with the big LASS0
Slide with your twin, finna get you both
Talk on the punch, man, I hope you choke
Bitch so thick, man, she got her oats
Bitch so thick, man, she got her oats
Bitch so thick, man, she got her oats
Bitch so thick, man, she got her oats
He ain't on shit, leh go
I pull out the bag, bankroll
She say she got a ****, I say, "so?"
Hitec divide a **** like a quotient
Lil' bitch, she wet, I'm divin' in her ocean
Brand new baguettes, I got it for the rollie
Brand new baguettes, I got it for the rollie
Brand new baguettes, I got it for a fuck **** that gon' test me
If he reach for it, he get packed, Men in Black
I'm in suits with a flat
If it's that, then it's that, say it's that
I'm with taz, punchin' on **** like Tyson
I'm with taz, punchin' on ****, Solange
She tryna eat up the dick like it's lunch
I got a stick, if it hit, then you done, fuck ****
Huh, yeah, ok, leh do it
I get the racks, then fuck 'round and blow it
Lil' bitch so bad, she gon' let me do it
Take that **** gun, he don't know what he doin'
What he doin', he trash, we booin'
Only Rick that I know is these Owens
**** do anything for a coin, these **** so lame, these **** so borin'
Ok, Chinese ho call me super idol, huh
I'm at the top, I'm super Eiffel, huh
Chop cut him up, he suicidal
She on her knees but that bitch don't need no Bible
Ok, Chinese ho call me super idol, huh
I'm at the top, I'm super Eiffel, huh
Chop cut him up, he suicidal
She on her knees but that bitch don't need no Bible
Beat his face up like he drag racing
No don't tell me wait up, my bitch too impatient
And this choppa sing a lot, it's "Anita baking"
Yeah, hit the spot when it's a lotta folks, then leave it vacant
Yeah, I like raging, huh, I like rag-
Yeah, I like raging, huh, I like rag-
Yeah, I like raging, huh, I like rag-
Yeah, I like rag-, yeah, I-I like raging
Come in that bitch like I'm missin' the rage
If that boy wanna talk, get a fist to the face
And I come in that bitch and you getting replaced
And that boy hella sweet in this bitch like it's cake
And I came with the format, the big MLA
What the fuck can you say when I'm toting that Drac'
And I slide with the choppa, the choppa gon' spray him
Push your hair back in this bitch like toupee
How many bands in that bitch? $2k
Shawty gon' play with the balls, 2K
We leave him ghost in this bitch like a Wraith
Way that we flowin', we raisin' the stakes
Keep it a buck, ain't on fake, these for snakes
Shoutout to Uzi, your social erased
Yeah, I'm from Florida, LASS0 in Atlanta
Popped the molly like a **** Santana
Fuck goin' on? Hadda open up planner
Pockets on green like Bruce, no Banner
He wanna talk on the punch, then I ban him
AMP pockets, bitch, I'm Fanum
AMP pockets, bitch, I'm Fanum
AMP pockets, bitch, I'm Fanum
AMP pockets, bitch, I'm Fanum
AMP pockets, bitch, I'm Fanum
Good ass brain, shawty goin' to Yale
Came with the bars in this bitch, no jail
Left all the smoke in this bitch, uh huh
Left all the smoke in this bitch, in here
Can't comprehend, that boy incel
Talking friend, ****, ain't meant well
I'm at the show and they fucked up the rails
Punch, he gon' get to the guap, you could tell
What, been tryna swerve this Scat
What, **** done met your match
What, **** tryna beef for free, uh uh
What, ****, it cost for an act
What, been tryna swerve this Scat
What, **** done met your match
What, **** tryna beef for free, uh uh
What, ****, it cost for an act
It cost for an @, cost for a hat
Chuck E. Cheese, that boy is a rat
I'm in Iraq, shoppin' at Saks
ETA, where the fuck is you at?
Just had a show in Miami, uh
Might as well get me a Grammy
Got cult fans, they stan me, yeah
Shawty gon' take off her panties
Victoria, lil' bitch got secret
Money stay goin' up, you won't be shit
****, try to ride the wave, get seasick
On the cypher, lil' bitch, I'm on G shit
Victoria, lil' bitch got secret
Money stay goin' up, you won't be shit
****, try to ride the wave, get seasick
On the cypher, lil' bitch, I'm on G shit
If you don't fuck with MLA™ then fuck you
Written by: Jaeden "tazpunched" Francis, Mateo "MLA™" Silva, Tyreese "LASS0" Shazier
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