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[Intro]
Late night, teeth out
All black, creep route
Eyes red, bleed out
(Yeah yeah) speak now
[Verse 1]
Step in, big step, floor shake
Heart cold, chain on, frostflake
Gun talk, tongue sharp, jawbreak
Smirk once, whole block, earthquake
Ten toes, trench coat, gun bulge
Steel breathe, chest tight, lungs bulge
He say he up, we say "we’ll see"
Drop pin, pull up, front row, 3D
Cash in the ceiling, rats in the kitchen
We was on mission, you was on mentions
You doin’ captions, we doin’ captions
Outline chalk, that’s curbside fashion
Hop out the hooptie, doors hang crooked
Pocket got lumps, lil’ boy don’t push it
Fake tough talk make the sky turn silent
Laugh to myself ‘cause the angels violent
[Chorus]
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty smile
Whole clip talk back when I work that dial
B-b-bounce that body like the beat go wild
B-b-bounce that—b-b-bounce that (uh)
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty joke
We don’t say names, only gunpowder smoke
B-b-bend that corner, let the world see fire
B-b-bend that—b-b-bend that (fire)
[Verse 2]
Block look haunted, spirits in the lobby
Old head mutter, "boy, you’s a copy"
I’m the print that the devil can’t trace
Tattooed sin all over my face
Late call, shorty say she scared walkin’ home
I say, "Baby, I’m worse than the things you know"
She like that, toxic, tongue like chrome
I bite back, leave teeth in the microphone
Grew up where the screams get sang like hymns
Streetlights buzz and the hope grow dim
We ain’t had dream, just scheme, just sin
Just dice on the floor, just fiends, just Kim
Now we eat steak with the blood still runnin’
Fork in the left, right hand still drummin’
Eye on the door, two eyes on money
Laugh too loud, but the laugh ain’t funny
[Chorus]
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty smile
Whole clip talk back when I work that dial
B-b-bounce that body like the beat go wild
B-b-bounce that—b-b-bounce that (yeah)
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty joke
We don’t say names, only gunpowder smoke
B-b-bend that corner, let the world see fire
B-b-bend that—b-b-bend that (skrrt)
[Bridge]
Headshot halo, sinner in a saint pose
Pray for the prey when the gate close
Hands in the air, that’s grace in the ghetto
Hands on the metal, that’s faith on a level (woah)
[Chorus]
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty smile
Whole clip talk back when I work that dial
B-b-bounce that body like the beat go wild
B-b-bounce that—b-b-bounce that
Got a grin on the Glock, that’s a dirty joke
We don’t say names, only gunpowder smoke
B-b-bend that corner, let the world see fire
B-b-bend that—b-b-bend that (fire)
Details
GeneratedApr 8, 2026
Duration2:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Brooklyn drill / trap hybrid with male vocals; monstrously pitched lead roaring over sub-heavy 808s and skittering hi-hats. Verses ride a half-time stomp with sliding bass and dissonant bells; chorus locks into a hypnotic, repetitive chant with stuttered vocal chops. Dark, late-night energy; sparse eerie pads and distant siren textures swelling into brief drops before each hook for maximum impact., hip hop, deep, hypnotic, low, drill, bounce
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5.5
Prompt
“Pop Smoke” — filthy underground anthem, deep distorted low-octave voice, violent bass, sharp witty flex bars, explicit street talk, stutter effects, hypnotic hook, eerie late-night energy, bounce
