Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fukkit
Fukkit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Pires
Alexander Pires
Songwriter
Jackson Wilder
Jackson Wilder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dutchman
Dutchman
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, huh, yeah Alright, hold up, hold up, hold up There's like a droning noise coming out the headphones, man Oh, that's the beat? That's the actual beat? Pfft (Is this guy actually gonna rap on this?) Alright man, shit, I had no idea (He's gonna rap on this droning noise?) Uh, huh, yeah, lemme try this Uh, yeah yeah, okay, uh, yeah Overkill Oh my god, now this thing is gonna be talking over my adlibs Killtacular Killtrocity Really? Killimanjaro Kill - Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I can't stand you, not gonna take that sitting down, okay, I'll slam 'em Body drop like drowning pool, he 17 boy stay in school Ain't gonna make me lose my cool, that fan gonna blow right out the blue I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview But he ain't coming back, so don't be waiting for that sequel Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rearview I don't care 'bout if this feed, you watch me blade the key like Riku I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover Call your people get your brother, I'm aiming at yo' mother If he think he slick as butter, can't believe it grabbed your cousin While they dreaming under covers, annihilate your lover I shoot a jumper out the courthouse, still gonna beat the buzzer They never shoulda let me out, the cage I been in lying down Exposing all you liars now, for what you really are deep down Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out Yeah, 1K, keep that shit 1K Ball hard like 2k Get yo' face out my space Erase everything you make real quick, uh Black hole yo' shit, uh-huh Attract yo' bitch, she pull close, get sucked in Damn that Twitpic, uh-huh She follow dick, uh-huh Slip inside her DM, slip inside and she get wet, uh-huh Fukkit so tech Give me lines like he sell TEC Or shoot back like TEC-9, divide by three, right at ya neck There's words left unsaid Need a censor like it's Triple X I triple up yo' debt Now he doubting if he better dead I put his ass to bed, like Lil Baby while he wah-wah 'Cause clearly you upset Like you verified, I send a check that's pointed at yo' chest Whatchu want with me? Nigga, whatchu want with me? This a Kodak moment 'cause we in here smoking broccoli Viktor Reznov My friend Flash bang, white screen, no field of vision Can't see what you can't hear in the distance Concussed, your head bust I scope you like it's 1v1 on Rust I keep that thang tucked, it's Fukkit, cannot let you up Flash bang, white screen, no field of vision Can't see what you can't hear in the distance Concussed, your head bust I scope you like it's 1v1 on Rust I keep that thang tucked, it's Fukkit, cannot let you up Exactly, fuck outta here
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