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)
Style
rapaggressive southern trap bouncemale vocals. crunchydistorted low-end locked to a stomping kickskittering hi-hats panning left-right. dark brass stabs hit on bar ends; verses half-yelled and breathyad-libs tucked close. hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a simplemenacing lead synth doubling the topline.lowmale vocalsbouncebreathyraw
Prompt
rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce with male vocals; crunchy low-end drives the pocket, skittering hats flicker on top, dark brass stabs punctuate bar endings. Verses are half-yelled, breathy raw
Credits
Prompt byRogerHouston
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
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