You a dead bwoy.
You a dead bwoy.
Ayy, check it out.
Doot doo.
Twas the night before Christmas.
Got smoke?
Ice!
Don’t get it fucked up.
Lighters up.
Sorry, not sorry.
Upstate, baby.
Good to see Hit-Boy back on the solo side after Letter To My Mentors last December. Producing the beat and carrying the verses himself shows he doesn't need a feature to hold a track together. The dark visual from Daniil X fits the record well. We collect verified music industry contacts for this kind of outreach at https://demopoolbase.com/