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Gift Wrap
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
Gift Wrap was released on July 10, 2026 by Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album 2Hard 2Guard 2
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Release DateJuly 10, 2026
LabelOpen Shift Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BiggKutt8
BiggKutt8
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BiggKutt8
BiggKutt8
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TASE
TASE
Producer

Lyrics

Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I'm Mike Jackson
On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction
When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion
**** not the same cloth, we two different fabrics
I don't even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic
Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action
Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me
Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me
Now they see a **** shinin', remember I was ashy
Tryna be a daddy, baby mama tryna bash me
I was with my **** the other day, but now he in a casket
All this pain could make a thug sing like Toni Braxton
Is you gon' let me fuck or not, baby I'm just askin'
I'm a real trapper, **** waitin' on they taxes
Told my mama just be patience, I'mma make it happen
Before I ever go out lackin', I'mma go out blastin'
Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I'm Mike Jackson
On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction
When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion
**** not the same cloth, we two different fabrics
I don't even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic
Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action
Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me
Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me
**** still flaggin', bitch I'm still trappin'
She don't even ask what I'm doin' she know I'm zig-zaggin'
Catch a **** on his birthday, we gon' gift wrap him
It look like a BBL, but it's all natural
Know I love the O, I'm fucked up 'bout the hoes in Tally
Fuck my cousin', told my auntie I can't wait to catch him
All these grams, I need a Grammy and a gold metal
My bitch say I'm a dog, at least I'm goin' to heaven
Where you was when I was posted at the 7/11
Everybody say they that If I let 'em tell it
Real killer, I can't talk 'bout murder on a message
Brodie killed my favorite opp and it made me jealous
Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I'm Mike Jackson
On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction
When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion
**** not the same cloth, we two different fabrics
I don't even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic
Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action
Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me
Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me
Written by: BiggKutt8
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