Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Pass that bag over here (uh)
Nah, the big one
[Verse 1]
Hit the stove in pajama pants
Hair in a bun, still takin’ a chance
Clerk look shook when I clear the shelf
Said, “You got a party?” — “Just myself”
Microwave queen with a mean lil’ streak
Salt on my tongue, got me tweakin’ all week
Back in the crib
Lab coat on
Scientist shorty with the snack game strong
Tear that plastic
Hungry habits
Whole ounce? Half ounce? Watch me have it
If I eyeball, I go too far
So I break that brick like a candy bar
[Chorus]
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale
Every lil’ kernel, every gram, every shell
If it ain’t exact, then I feel like I failed
Butter on the side and the bag get nailed
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale (yeah)
Talkin’ to the digits like “you better not tell”
Neighbors think I’m dirty from the smell of this smell
But it’s just popcorn, baby
Butter on the scale
[Verse 2]
Ziplock fat with the yellow and white
Snap, crack, pop when I seal it up tight
Label that, date that, stack in a row
Pantry lookin’ like a real corner store
Mama bang door like, “what you cookin’ in there?”
“Mind yo’ biz, it’s a corny affair”
I’m in sweats, doin’ sweats on the floor
Countin’ up bags while I bag one more
You got issues?
Same as me
I just treat my trauma with carbs and cheese
You got secrets?
Same as mine
Mine just shine under blue backlight
Hit that tare, then I stare like, “talk”
Digits flip quick when the kernels drop
Got a lil’ crush on the click and lock
It be beepin’ my name when I lose the plot (skrrt)
[Chorus]
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale
Every lil’ kernel, every gram, every shell
If it ain’t exact, then I feel like I failed
Butter on the side and the bag get nailed
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale (uh)
Treat it like a hustle when I’m baggin’ retail
Movie night money on my kitchen detail
But it’s just popcorn, baby
Butter on the scale
[Bridge]
I don’t play games with the portion
I need that precise proportion (yeah)
Friends say “you actin’ distorted”
I say “this my court, I’m important”
Got a whole spreadsheet for the snacks
Macros mapped out to the max
You call that crazy?
I call that fact
I just keep my life in a plastic sack (ha)
[Chorus]
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale
Every lil’ kernel, every gram, every shell
If it ain’t exact, then I feel like I failed
Butter on the side and the bag get nailed
I’m weighin’ popcorn on a scale, on a scale (on a scale)
Laughin’ at myself while I stand there pale
This the only white I ever wanted in bales
Just that popcorn, baby
Butter on the scale (on the scale)
Style
rapcrunchy boom-bap drums with grittyswingy hats; warped bassline under eerie piano stabs. female vocalssmirking and animatedsit right on top of the pocket with doubled punchlines and tight ad-libs. hook explodes with chanted gang vocals and filtered call-and-response; verses stay raw and conversational. occasional tape-stop drops and vinyl crackle for a mischievous throwback feel.hip hop
Prompt
A female rap song that gives off slim shady but feminine and it’s about weighing popcorn on a scale, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byTechnoCloud292
GeneratedMar 3, 2026
ModelAria v5
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