Thouxanbanfauni – Tennessee Titan (Audio, Lyrics)

Atlanta rapper, Thouxanbanfauni returns with “Tennessee Titan”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by JOOTSU.

Thouxanbanfauni Tennessee Titan

Thouxanbanfauni was part of a generation of underground SoundCloud adjacent rappers that came up in Atlanta that included some of hip hop’s biggest names today, including Playboi Carti, Lil Yachty, and MexikoDro.

He and UnoTheActivist stuck out from that group with their dead-eyed take on the minimal trap music coming out of the city at that time and their collaborative project For Christ Sake was a perfect showcase of the weirdo trap they pioneered.

Fauni’s recent releases have doubled down on this style, revealing a penchant for brooding beats that allow his lowkey flow to shine.

He returns with “Tennessee Titan,” a new single he uploaded to SoundCloud last night. An ethereal synth driven beat from producer Jootsu puts Fauni in his bag as he discusses his brand new Hermes from Venice and Nascar racing with no license.

It’s the Atlanta rapper’s strongest offering in some time, reminding us all how talented Fauni is at setting a vibe.

Thouxanbanfauni – Tennessee Titan (prod. JOOTSU)

Lyrics

[Verse]
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
Nah forreal
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
Real Chat Tennessee Titan
[?] no limit
Nascar racin no license
Brand new Hermes from Venice
[?] hit like Trident
[?] say I’m a menace
Drop a [?] like [?]
We could make racket no tennis
Sled, sled [?] I’m slidin
Lemonade, yellow
In that [?] I pilot
AP brighter than a Breightling
This year I’m goin for the Heisman
Yeah I’m Atlanta’s finest
Want smoke, pussy boy don’t try it
Hit Icebox just for the climate
[?] slurrin my words
[?] Joe Biden
Off White hit like linemen
[?] Tim Tebow, linemen
Off White hit like linemen
Red [?], red [?] clouds
Xanny, baby, baby
Purple, naked lady
Drumroll please
50 hollow rounds
Check ya chest
Diamonds black n white
Muddy soda brown
Don’t drown
Tec!
Niggas lil hype, either way I take em down
Lay em down, spary em down, we gon spray em down
Choppa turn this hoe to a ghost town
Choppa turn this hoe into a ghost town
Choppa turn this hoe to a ghost town
Choppa turn this hoe to a ghost town
Bodies hit the floor, [?] ground
Rev up, [?] gas
See 12, get life, do the chase
Drift right then hit that drag
Might giddy up, 458
[?] by the case
Thrown up bandanas and flags
[?] lashes off her face
Nuttin up on her ass
Hangin out tinted window
5% can’t see through that, in though
Cut em off in traffic
Nigga like me feel like [?]
Opps get treated like pimples
Nigga up all night, Jimmy Kimmel
Mud, lick, [?] hit
Gold plated FN 57, big Sig
AA-12 hit
Yall makin noise, I ain’t hearin shit
Yall makin noise, nigga I ain’t hearin shit
I ain’t hearin shit
Shit
I ain’t shit