Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Walked in with dust on my boots
You were laughing too loud at the booth
New friend talkin' slick, jaw all loose
Actin' tough for a girl he just knew
I kept my head down, mindin' my drink
He kept on pokin' like he wanted a scene
Spit a little venom, crossed that line
I saw red in the corner of my eye
[Pre-Chorus]
You can run that mouth
You can play that card
But don't crowd my space
Don't push that hard
He took one step
I took two
Then the whole damn room
Split in two
[Chorus]
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
You asked for it, son
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Now the whole bar's up
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
I stood my ground, no bluff
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Small hell turned rough
[Verse 2]
Bottle went flying, chair legs screamed
Pool balls scattered like a busted dream
Somebody swung and I swung back
Boots on the floor, lights turned black
Your ex was yelling from the far side wall
He was still talkin' when he took that fall
I ain't proud, but I ain't ashamed
You play with fire, you feed that flame
[Pre-Chorus]
You can run that mouth
You can play that card
But don't crowd my space
Don't push that hard
He took one step
I took two
Then the whole damn room
Split in two
[Chorus]
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
You asked for it, son
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Now the whole bar's up
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
I stood my ground, no bluff
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Small hell turned rough
[Bridge]
When the smoke cleared thin
I was still on my feet
Blood on my knuckles
Beer on my jeans
He learned real quick
What that jaw can do
You bring that grin
I bring the truth
[Final Chorus]
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
You asked for it, son
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Now the whole bar's up
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
I stood my ground, no bluff
Get fucked, get fucked (get fucked)
Small hell turned rough
Details
GeneratedJul 4, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark country rap with male vocals, mid-tempo swung boom-bap bounce over heavy down-tuned guitars and stomping drums; verse rides gritty two-step storytelling, pre-chorus tightens with shouted cadences and snare rolls, chorus slams in with gang doubles on the title line. Add brake-squeal guitar stabs, crowd-noise hits, and a barroom handclap break into the bridge. Mix is dusty, loud, and gnarly with a punchy low end., rap, country
Credits
Prompt byReign_Productions
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
male, dark country rap, heavy guitars and drums, titled Get Fucked, bar fight with an ex girlfriends new friend who talks shit to me, small fight turns into a bar brawl with me standing tall
