

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] My boy and I rolling out the driveway, calm, quiet ’til we hit that main road then it’s all diet of smoke and sirens Suffolk plates on the back, that tint hide the stare, but you feel that scent ink on the neck, hands veined, no flinch big beard, cold grin, that pinch (yeah) Push through the door, that hush pool cues freeze mid-rush bartender swallow that cuss ain’t say a word, but they trust They know what it is from the walk boots heavy on the cracked old chalk all that talk turn dust, just cough fear in the eyes when we cross [Chorus] We run Suffolk County causing chaos (chaos) step in the spot, and they pay us (pay us) tatted up, big beard, they obey us (obey us) see ’em drop that gaze when they weigh us (look down) Blacked-out ride, that fast-track (skrrt) heart beat hard like a hi-hat Turn that lane to a racetrack Me and my boy, yeah, we stay strapped in that scatpack [Verse 2] Teardrop ink where the smile should be history written right under my cheek they don’t ask what it mean when they see they just move left quick, part the sea Old heads nod like “I know” young kids stare from the phone glow we don’t pose, we don’t show we just slide, keep low, count roll Boot heel up on the brass rail lean on the wood, tales in the ale every scar got a page, detail whole room reading, pale, exhale (woo) [Chorus] We run Suffolk County causing chaos (chaos) step in the spot, and they pay us (pay us) tatted up, big beard, they obey us (obey us) see ’em drop that gaze when they weigh us (look down) Blacked-out ride, that fast-track (skrrt) heart beat hard like a hi-hat Turn that lane to a racetrack Me and my boy, yeah, we stay strapped in that scatpack
Tags
rap, Dark East Coast trap-rap with crushing 808s and eerie piano stabs. Male vocals, deep and aggressive, lots of ad-lib echoes. Verses ride a head-nod pocket; hook explodes with doubled vocals and low, chanted gang vocals. Thick sub-bass, crisp hats, occasional siren FX to hype the mayhem.
2:23
No
3/17/2026