

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Mask on Mask off Same grin Same boss Big step Hands up Bad ones Back up (yeah) [Verse 1] Walk in Whole room tilt Gold grill flash Make a good girl filth Two shots, three blunts Can't feel guilt Only thing soft here Is the cash I built Low voice talkin' Got her knees get weak Hand on throat When I bite that cheek She said "slow" I heard "don't speak" Make the bed frame Scream every time we freak [Chorus] Mask on the floor Face down on the couch (on the couch) Hands on the wall Let me see that bounce (see that bounce) If you ain't nasty What you came here for If you ain't classy-trashy Hit the door Mask on the floor Sweat drip down that spine Arch that back Let me lose my mind If you ain't nasty What you came here for If you ain't wild as me Hit the door [Verse 2] VIP packed But I own this spot Whole squad drunk But we still on top Throw that ass back Make a rich boy stop Turn a pole-dance queen To a jaw-drop thot I got spit on my tongue Got her spit on my chain Got teeth on my neck Got nails in my veins Got coke in her clutch Got gin in her veins Got her man text twice She forgot his name [Chorus] Mask on the floor Face down on the couch (on the couch) Hands on the wall Let me see that bounce (let me bounce) If you ain't nasty What you came here for If you ain't classy-trashy Hit the door Mask on the floor Sweat drip down that spine Arch that back Let me lose my mind If you ain't nasty What you came here for If you ain't wild as me Hit the door
Tags
dance, Aggressive club-rap banger at 140 BPM, male vocals pitched low with formant-shifted menace. Sparse, chest-crushing sub and sharp trap percussion, with glitchy vocal stutters as rhythmic hooks. Verses stay tightly pocketed over minimal synth growls; chorus explodes with gang shouts, octave-doubled leads, and call-and-response chants that feel built for moshpits and late-night stages., low, bounce, raw
2:18
No
4/11/2026