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Fed Kicked

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fed Kicked foi lançado em 10 de abril de 2026 por Now & Forever/Santa Anna como parte do álbum Beezy World

Informações da música

ÁlbumBeezy World

Data de lançamento10 de abril de 2026

SeloNow & Forever/Santa Anna

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM86

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Heembeezy

Interpretação

Jekobe Holloway

Jekobe Holloway

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Mathias LeiluaTuitasi

Mathias LeiluaTuitasi

Composição

Jekobe Holloway

Jekobe Holloway

Letra

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

MLT

Produção

prodmlt

Produção

Letra

[Intro]

(Hey, John, how you do that?)

Yeah, alright

Hmm

[Chorus]

I need my chili like immediately

Squabblin' the devil got me poppin' Percs repeatedly

Baby, I been shittin' on them bitches that mistreated me

He said he gon' shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me

Don't get close, it's a thirty stick in my bookbag

Can't wait to set it off on any **** that look at me mad

Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of likes she had?

She callin' me daddy, bitch, do it look like I'm dad?

I just poured a four in this Fanta and rolled exotic

Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I'm done with flockin'

[Verse 1]

Her mouth the bomb, diggity, she my lil' Bin Laden (Yeah)

These **** copy pastin' what I do, but they just can't top it (Yeah)

Hmm, it's been a long week, still made 50K

I'm big EBK, bitch, who gon' die today?

I'm with them **** who gon' shoot and say they just playin'

I still see you fuck **** through these Ray-Bans

This chopper break a **** down and make him breakdance

I don't really get along with ****, I don't shake hands

I don't even do these songs with **** 'cause I hate them

I pull some shit out my pocket, make 'em say, "Damn"

I put a hundred on the chop and make 'em lay down

On my baby, I did fell in love with the Drac' sound

A hundred thousand sittin' up in my PayPal

I was just in the slammer countin' all my days down

All your lil' shit, bitch, please don't start it

I threw two titties on the chop, turn it to a Barbie (Yeah)

I AP all my hoes, don't do no Cartis (Yeah)

These **** actin' hella strange, havin' Diddy parties (Yeah)

No bullshit, bitch, I'm that fuckin' ****

Let that **** look at me brazy, I'm a fuckin' killer (Yeah)

All of these diamonds on me, fuck I look like? Can't be chillin'

I'm thumbin' through a million

Brodie, I think these Perkies fake 'cause I don't feel 'em (Yeah)

All of these hoes lyin' to me, ain't got no feelings

Been on the road, ain't had no sex in a cold minute

I got a problem, all I wanna do is smoke ****, for real, ****, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

I need my chili like immediately

Squabblin' the devil got me poppin' Percs repeatedly (Yeah, for real)

Baby, I been shittin' on them bitches that mistreated me

He said he gon' shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me (Yeah, grrah)

Don't get close, it's a thirty stick in my bookbag

Can't wait to set it off on any **** that look at me mad

Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of likes she had?

She callin' me daddy, bitch, do it look like I'm dad?

I just poured a four in this Fanta and rolled exotic

Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I'm done with flockin'

Written by: Jekobe Holloway, Mathias LeiluaTuitasi

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