Released on June 19, 2026

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[Testo da "Sameshit" ft. Lil Dump]


[Intro: Lil Dump]

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah


[Strofa 1: Lil Dump]

They got a place for me

Young nigga, tote they Ks for me

Nigga get put out straight

Talkin' about beef

It get you crazy, they away on the scene (Ki, you cooked this?)

You tote that stick without no beam

[?] hit your mama with that fire

Bitch, play with me and stay with me


[Ritornello: Lil Dump]

I'm on that gang shit, I been on that same shit

Can't come like me, ain't kill like

Play, get your brain split

All I know is murder, baby

I'm a fuckin' demon, baby

Some youngin can't stop the cap

They murked the heart, won't make it there

They DJs, hit 'em with a ARP, shoot up and split

Last nigga felt that Draco, a couple shots, my brother missed

Please don't drink until we spin

I fell in love with shiny blicks

Nigga, I can get you heat

Fuck around, get pistol, where we at?


[Post-Ritornello: Lil Dump]

I've been on my mind, I don't leave a lot of time

I see demons in my shoe, hey, they think I'm lyin'

I'm a motherfuckin' sinner, been the type to kill a nigga

Best know I'ma blow my pistol

This shit [?], they fucked the system, fuckin' sprinter

[Strofa 2: Zayre & Lil Dump]

Mama said, "Lascia stare 'ste cazzate, bitch diventan baby chasers"

Non do un euro a 'ste tiktoker e nemmeno a queste pages

Mr. Racks, sono Zaza, anche chiamato "rules breaker"

Lil' boy, basta fare glazing su dei bimbi rager

Saltiamo la staccionata, pocket l'ho appena stockata

La bitch fa la spaccata mentre parte la sbrattata [?]

Lancio di trenta metri, Soulja l'ha stoppata

Nulla è regalato al Sud Italia, slime

Ogni giorno nella same shit

La mia bitch torna ubriaca e fully

Ho detto al doc: "Cambiamo life"

Questo è lo show, we make a movie

Mentre [?] in piazza arrivano gli sputi

Anche se il mio sangue è sporco, boy, gli occhi sono puri

Adesso è il contrario, Sud Italia, siam noi gli evoluti

Bitch, non sono him, ma chiamami "colui"

Accendiamo il motherfucking laser, siamo in tempi bui (Ah, ah)

Accendiamo il motherfucking laser, siamo in tempi bui (Ah, ah)


[Strofa 3: Lil Dump]

That's that stick, like how it hit

Blastin' out, vape 'em, [?] like operator trippin', I'll send the hit

Pop, say, "See 'em later," kill him, [?] him

He want presidents, murderers in my residence

This shit just don't make fuckin' sense


[Ritornello: Lil Dump]

I'm on that gang shit, I been on that same shit

Can't come like me, ain't kill like

Play, get your brain split

All I know is murder, baby

I'm a fuckin' demon, baby

Some youngin can't stop the cap

They murked the heart, won't make it there

They DJs, hit 'em with a ARP, shoot up and split

Last nigga felt that Draco, a couple shots, my brother missed

Please don't drink until we spin

I fell in love with shiny blicks

Nigga, I can get you heat

Fuck around, get pistol, where we at?