Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Backstreet vendetta Uh [Verse 1] Came up out the back road Mud on my jeans, chrome in the console Mama said chill, I ain’t listen though Heart so cold, make the summer feel old Throw me in the pit, I climb right out Teeth in the grit, I bite that doubt Talk big talk, get lined in chalk Name on your lips, get dust in your mouth (yeah) [Chorus] Backstreet vendetta, I don’t let up Eyes red, hands steady when I stand up Talk wild, get your whole plan jammed up You don’t want smoke with a man that’s fed up Backstreet vendetta, I don’t let up Soul too sick, can’t blend, can’t bed us Cross that line, get your whole gang set up You don’t want war with a man that’s fed up (fed up) [Verse 2] I was raised on bite, not bark Learned how to live in the dark If I say go, they march You just tweet with a fragile heart Big scars under this shirt Paid full price for the hurt I don’t do calm, I burst Make one call, that’s worse (yeah) [Chorus] Backstreet vendetta, I don’t let up Eyes red, hands steady when I stand up Talk wild, get your whole plan jammed up You don’t want smoke with a man that’s fed up Backstreet vendetta, I don’t let up Soul too sick, can’t blend, can’t bed us Cross that line, get your whole gang set up You don’t want war with a man that’s fed up (fed up)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce, male vocals. Crunchy, distorted low-end locked to a stomping kick, skittering hi-hats panning left-right. Dark brass stabs hit on bar ends; verses half-yelled and breathy, ad-libs tucked close. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a simple, menacing lead synth doubling the topline., low, male vocals, bounce, breathy, raw
Duration
1:42
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026