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TERRORIST
80
Hip-Hop/Rap
TERRORIST was released on October 24, 2025 by 5674 / EMPIRE as a part of the album How Ironic
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
Label5674 / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Scammed FedEx, now I got a backup puncher
Her baby daddy hatin', so I had to fuck her
All my bitches play it both ways like Travis Hunter
I put buffalos on like Deion Sanders
Never gotta ask, let me see y'all handle
Please don't die over her, we all smacked her
Made her put me on her will, she our hamster
Yesterday, became an owner of the Green Bay Packers
All these motherfuckin' stocks, they gon' think I'm Santa
Get that check and invest it, it's free, go chance it
The devil been so fuckin' busy, I can't leave no messages
Don't forget about the team, that's law
Cuttin' bro off, he too scared to chase his dream, that's soft
Got too much talent, bro, you him, need you to see, that's all
I blamed them for my broken heart, but it was me, my fault
I know I wear it on my sleeve, but let it please unthaw
She text me from my hallway like, "Come get me, I'm lost"
He better not talk pape', can't see a thing he bought
Had on them Purple jeans all week, he think he Hulk
Ayy, damn
Faygo dark again, I'm never gon' learn
Pop out, give them boys some straightenin', nina handin' out perms
We puttin' belt to ass, **** puttin' belt to they arms
My haters shoot dope, I'm very concerned
Haha, ayy
He know his bitch doin' dicks, it just wasn't never confirmed
When she get bored, you gon' find out you just was there for your turn, ****
I'm on my way, meet me right there by the pharm'
Pickin' up backend like an ebony porn
My life rigged, don't bother checkin' the score
I see that money got you feelin' like you never was poor
You gotta stay humble and feed the fam, that's real thuggin'
Pray for me, mama, I'm treatin' the opp like a real brother
They watched me suffer while I smiled, now it's all or nothin'
Everybody'll switch up or they die, was this all for nothin'?
Say I'm a terrorist 'cause I pop my shit all in public
Yeah, ballin' all the sudden like I bought an onion
Ironic, now he in a coffin for all that muggin'
I need another bank play, somebody call Tim Duncan
G-Money been my ace back since the hallways thuggin'
Park the car, do a **** bad, then jog, outrun you
Hit a block, another corner, then walk up Teppert
They loved me 'til I got too icy, now they salt my character
Man
I knew I shouldn't've vented to you, this shit all embarrassing
'Cause I'm fresh and out the way, now they call me arrogant
Eighty-eight hundred on a coat, feel like Marvin Harrison
Think I got it bad, I'm puttin' dope inside of all my beverages
Knew that money was gon' come 'cause I talk so excellent
Should go bless every school that taught me prejudice
Written by: Cash Kidd
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