Remy Ma joins Ghostface Killah for new “YUPP!” song

Ghostface Killah unveils the new Trufacez-produced piece of music titled “YUPP!” and featuring Remy Ma.

Ghostface Killah makes a triumphant return to the music scene with his latest track “YUPP!” featuring fellow New Yorker Remy Ma. The two rap powerhouses pay homage to their East Coast roots, delivering fierce bars over a gritty beat. Coinciding with Hip Hop’s 50th anniversary, the track is a timely addition. It’s reported to be part of Ghostface Killah’s upcoming album, a collaboration with media company Mass Appeal, marking his first project since 2019’s “Ghostface Killahs.”

Clocking in at just over three minutes, Ghostface’s seasoned confidence shines through. With a career spanning three decades, he proves his mastery in lyrical prowess. Remy Ma’s ferocity complements Ghostface, leaving fans wondering why this collaboration took so long to materialize.

Details about the upcoming project remain scarce, leaving fans eagerly awaiting more information. Despite his musical resurgence, Ghostface’s personal life has faced challenges. His son, Infinite Coles, voiced grievances on Instagram, depicting a strained relationship between them. As we wait for more music updates from the Staten Island rapper, stay tuned for any developments.

Ghostface Killah – YUPP! (ft. Remy Ma) (prod. Trufacez)

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11 August 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
℗ 2023 Mass Appeal

Lyrics

Dispatch from Engine 8
Engine 8 go ahead, sir, I have information
There may be at least five patients
Dispatch from Engine 8, we’re on the scene
We do have, uh
Been reports of multiple victims and an active shooter
Engine 8 is gonna establish, uh
Century command
Yup
Who the fuck you niggas think you playin’ with?
Yup
Give you thirty-three like I’m Mason
Yup
Hogtie ’em up in the basement
Mask on, you don’t even know who you facing
Yup
Cheerleaders I will kill your mascot
Yup
You be dick-riding the man like a black cop
Yup
Get your casket closed like a laptop
And you ain’t gotta be a bitch to get ya ass shot (yup)
Ayo, Staten Island gangsters love to get money
You broke niggas (look over your shoulders, honey)
You don’t even wave it, niggas should stop playing
Your big homie pussy, I’m waiting to sauté him
Season ’em, that’s the only way I’ll obey ’em
Fry this niggas, the switchblade’ll fillet ’em
Niggas will rob you and take your pharmaceuticals
Gon’ be a lot of slow singing at your funeral
Didn’t I tell you, savages in the night (yup)
And you don’t even know it’s on sight (yup)
Catch you sleeping, run up on you at the light (wake up)
Damn, I ain’t know it was this easy to fly a kite
Yup
Who the fuck you niggas think you playin’ with?
Yup
Give you thirty-three like I’m Mason
Yup
Hogtie ’em up in the basement
Mask on, you don’t even know who you facing
Yup
Cheerleaders I will kill your mascot
Yup
You be dick-riding the man like a black cop
Yup
Get your casket closed like a laptop (ayo, Kakes, what up?)
And you ain’t gotta be a bitch to get ya ass shot (Remy) (Yup)
Y’all know how I give it up
I’m really that bitch, y’all just little mutts
It’s Big Remy the big dog, you a little pup
I’m practically a virgin ’cause I ain’t never give a fuck
Word to the Frankstien, all y’all little bitches suck
I still carry a box cutter, somebody gettin’ cut
And I know how to fight but all y’all bitches gettin’ jumped
Ain’t no fair ones, I spend what you spend on rent to get my hair done
Let’s get something clear, hun
If I give the ok AK’s will spray the shit
I be thinkin’, “I’m a punch her in the face and pay the bitch, ” yup
Who y’all bitches think y’all playin with? Y’all out here eating ass
And you wonder why I spazz when y’all be saying shit, yuck
Yup
Who the fuck you niggas think you playin’ with?
Yup
Give you thirty-three like I’m Mason
Yup
Hogtie ’em up in the basement
Mask on, you don’t even know who you facing
Yup
Cheerleaders I will kill your mascot
Yup
You be dick-riding the man like a black cop
Yup
Get your casket closed like a laptop
And you ain’t gotta be a bitch to get ya ass shot (yup)