The Last Supper Lyrics – Hitta J3


American rapper and songwriter Hitta J3 released his new single, “The Last Supper,” on Wednesday, May 21, 2025. Whether you are a fan of Hitta J3 or just simply someone looking for meaningful lyrics, this song is bound to leave an impression. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mindblowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along. Read The Last Supper lyrics by Hitta J3 below and experience the song’s passion.

         

Song Credits

Sone NameThe Last Supper
Lead VocalsHitta J3
Song WriterHitta J3, Willie B & Sounwave
Music ProducerWillie B & Sounwave
LabelHitta J3
Release DateMay 21, 2025
Song LanguageEnglish
Copyright ©Hitta J3

Lyrics of The Last Supper by Hitta J3

…Which Was, Um, What I Do Was I Was On Kendrick Album
And They Said That Nigga Get Down, Get Down
So, He Just Went On A Whole…
I Saw That, Right-
That’s That Shit?
You Told Your Brother?
Nah, I Ain’t Told Nobody!
He’s Like, Yo, If You Don’t Like Me,
If You Don’t Like What I Said, Do Something About It
Westside ’till We Die
Ayy, Yeah
TML, Nigga
Ayy, Hittaman

         

They Got Me Breathing With Dragons
On The Edge, No Jacket
Mattress Burgundy Flaggin’ And No Father, I Was A Bastard
I’ll Leave A Rose In His Casket, My Trigger Finger Be Snappin’
Washington Nationals Back, Die Slow Or Kill ’em Faster
A Gangster Less Than A Rapper, Butterfly Effect
My Fire Becoming Rap And I Like My Gun With The Tassels
It’s Like Animals When Attackin’
All That Acting, B!tch The Gig Is Up
Heist For The Corner To Pick Him Up
Everybody Dead, Not A Name For Me To Mention Once
Doa, Yellow Tape The Scene, Kendrick Finish Blood
Droppin’ Straight Bombs, Been With Top Dawg
Schoolboy, Rock To The Ray Vaughns
K’s’ll Rip Through Teflons, If He Wanna Beef While Everybody On The Neck Cryin’
Thinkin’ You In Good Hands, Go Through Vests And Body Guards, Thinkin’ You Safe
Universe Helpin’ Burn Down Hollywood
It’s The Big Pete, It’s Not The Big Three
Too Many Trunks Through Whites And Rappers’ Mini-meets
Like Bronny James Was Still Trash When He In The League
White Chalk ’em, Get Added To Our Dead Enemies

Okay, Got It, Got It, Got It
I Was Sayin, I Wish Kendrick Didn’t Put Dude On His Album
Oh, Okay, Oh, That’s It

Tryna Be A Badass, We Givin’ Little Kids A Whoopin’
Like Gta, Where Your Light Quick To Get Tooken
They Love Gangsters, Not A Square Sorta B!tch Lookin’
Kitchen In Flames, Even Retired Chefs Can’t Quit Cookin’
Pull Up And Finish The Job, I Can’t Send A Shooter
Dirty Money Lucrative, Show Em How The Whoopin’ Is
The Ar Got A Coolin’ Kit
They Wonder Where The Goat, He Somewhere Bakin’ It
Hitta-man Can Show ’em How To Kill Without An Instrument
They Feelin’ Boat Off That Bag Of White
Cherish Life, Ruthless Like Eric Wright
I’m Hungry And Want Every Bite
It Could Be A Purge, I’ll Be There Tonight
Blood On The Pair Of Nikes
Stab ’em In The Back And Gonna Share The Knife
Bet Ya Life
Tell Joe Buddens What Happen Next After Meltin’ Ice

I Love The Verse, He Actually Smoked It, He Was On Gnx
I Know, Give Him His Props
I- I Gave The Nigga His Props
Nah, Do It Again Though
Heh, For Safety- In Front Of The World
Verse Was Hard, Son

The Podcast Was Harmless, Some Real Pee-wees
Tell The Boy Send Some More Kicks Over To G-wee
Let The West In, Buy From [?] Birdman To Check In
You Ain’t A Real Blood, Wearin’ Blue Rags Young Man
Fu*k ’em, Run With Us Or Run From Us In Silence
Lil Wayne Ain’t The Only One Who Can Spark A Lighter, Send A Fire
Jim Jones Know About Certified Gangsters
Steal Our Style, Niggas Should Thank Us
We Don’t Want The Credit, Like Dogg Pound Knockin’ Over Buildings
Nobody Safe Except The Children
All The Ho*s The Boy Claim He Fu*ked, Get That Boy Some Penicillin
All Y’all Some Drake Babies, You’ll Never Be Adonis
Killin’ Shit, It’s Timeless, I’m Bein’ Honest
Your Parents Wasn’t There For You, The West Must Be The Father
This Ain’t No Fairytale, Niggas Can Meet The Monster
I’m From A Place Where All The Killas Die Daily
Mothers See They Kid In A Body Bag And Case They Bob Baby
Put ’em In A Blunt And Take A Puff
Fu*kin’ With The West’ll Leave A Nigga Like A Baby Tuck

         

We Don’t Play Games, This Ain’t Nintendo
In A Coffin Like A Blanket, Shine [?]
Bounce Out On Feet We Ain’t Shouting Out No Windows
Have ’em Like Reggie When Its All About The Benjamins
Thinkin’ Its A Movie Till We In It, Man, Think Again
Joey’ll Prolly Sink Or Swim
I Got Killers In Ny That’ll Throw Him Off The Bridge
(He Dead)
Niggas Think He Comin’ Back From The Dead, And Get Unique
I’ll Put This On Repeat, Black Hoodie When I Reap
All That Talk May Be Cheap, Put A Boy To Rest Today From Canada To Jfk
For The Boy, Been In Wars, Only A Check Away
Catch ’em, We Won’t Hesitate
Devil Waitin’ Outside The Heaven Gates
Yfn Lucci, I Been Tryna Get Reginae
Push Buttons To Elevate, More Blood Spillin’ To Decorate
Another Man Dead, Let’s Pop Choppers To Celebrate
The Gas, We Accelerate
More Reasons To Dedicate, More People To Instigate
Fu*k Talkin’, We Demonstrate
(Amen)

Frequently Asked Questions

Who is the singer of the “The Last Supper” song?

The “The Last Supper” song is sung by Hitta J3.

Who wrote the lyrics to the “The Last Supper” song?

The song “The Last Supper” was written by Hitta J3, Willie B, and Sounwave.

         

Who is the music producer of the “The Last Supper” song?

“The Last Supper” is produced by Willie B and Sounwave.

When was the “The Last Supper song released?

The Last Supper was released on May 21, 2025.

What is the duration of The Last Supper?

The duration of the song The Last Supper is approximately 4 minutes and 04 seconds long.

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