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CLASH
45
Rap
CLASH was released on August 14, 2026 by Surf Club Inc as a part of the album HITStory 2: Success is a Dirty Word
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Release DateAugust 14, 2026
LabelSurf Club Inc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hit Boy
Hit Boy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hit Boy
Hit Boy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit Boy
Hit Boy
Producer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Demitrius Lewis
Demitrius Lewis
Mastering Engineer
Andre Guirguis
Andre Guirguis
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck you **** know about hundred bands in one swipe?
Know what I mean?
Surf Club Records in association with Sewer Gang
2026, man, shit different
[Chorus]
I got the bass yankin' (Bass yankin'), droppin' cash on pieces
That's my weakness, we don't make payments (We don't make payments)
Stay dangerous is what they told me, ****, never be the victim (Stay dangerous)
Young enough to run with any youngin, but got OG wisdom (But got OG wisdom)
Slide this shit for free on YouTube, ****, I got the coldest ism (Shit for free)
Fuck the other **** and fuck you too if you rollin' with 'em
Clash, ****, clash (Clash, clash)
Clash, ****, clash (Clash, clash)
Ayy, clash, ****, clash (Clash, hey)
****, clash, ayy, clash (Clash, clash)
If he hungry, eat these jabs
Come on, my ****
****, you know what I mean? Think 'cause you got a lil' chili, man?
Come on, man, get the fuck outta here
[Verse 1]
I marked him out and told him square up, he ain't want none (He ain't want none)
Stop with all the antics, I ain't goin', I'm the wrong one (Stop with the antics, stop with the antics)
**** talkin' loud in front of rappers 'cause they ho goin' (**** be talkin' loud)
That was a easy TD, I ain't just celebrate, I showboated (Touchdown)
She's a champion, went All-State, that girl is so goated (Champ, champ, champ, champ, champ)
I hit the bank like it's no time for fake, my pockets so bloated (So stuffed)
With a R&B chick, we finna have a studio date (Have a studio date)
My computer ain't got enough gigs for all the fuckin' hits I make (All the fuckin' hits I make)
I make shit mack, I make shit shake
Why you say you gang? (Why you say you gang?)
You ain't with us, bitch, we programmin' like pgLang
We go insane and triple up, **** not like us (Not like us)
Stones straight from Cartier, yeah, them my type buffs (My type buffs)
Diamonds hittin' hard, they— uh (Uh)
They finna clash, ****, clash
No flashin', I'm fitted
I been gettin' it for a minute (Been gettin' it for a minute)
You got the bill and had to split it (Had to split it)
Keep sweat, they got me twisted (Got me twisted)
On the gang, I'm 'bout my business
I made a bankroll servin' dishes (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
I got the bass yankin' (Got the bass yankin'), droppin' cash on pieces
That's my weakness, we don't make payments
Stay dangerous is what they told me, ****, never be the victim (Ayy)
Young enough to run with any youngin, but got OG wisdom (OG wisdom)
Slide this shit for free on YouTube, ****, I got the coldest ism (I got the coldest ism)
Fuck the other **** and fuck you too if you rollin' with 'em
Clash, ****, clash (Clash, clash)
Clash, ****, clash (Clash, clash)
Ayy, clash, ****, clash (Yep)
****, clash, ayy, clash (Ayy)
If he hungry, eat these jabs
[Verse 2]
He a pussy, he a bitch, he's a ho, he a wimp, he a simp
Run ones, ****, I bet he get flipped
He a worker, where his boss? He a whole employee
I could've smoked the A&R, but I just hit for forty
I would've peeled off, tires screechin' with the blicky scorchin'
He paid for every piece of pussy that he touch, extorted
You suckin' dick, you a fuck ****, go and hang yourself
And them hoes **** you hang with, know they fuckin' frail
Holler at me, gang, we finna clash
I'ma hit my dance, my expression
Like K-Dot on the cover of the DAMN.
Album, I'm like '87, Michael, goin' bad
Bang on wax, bang my line, we finna clash
****, clash, ****, clash
Ayy, clash, ayy, clash
Clash, ****, clash
Fuck you ****, ****, clash
No pass, I don't fuck with you, my ****, we can clash
I never ran from shit, I seen grown **** get smacked
[Outro]
Pussy ****, we can clash
Fuck you, ****, we can— ****
Fuck you, ****, we can— uh
Yeah, ayy, ****, clash
Written by: Hit-Boy
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