Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
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
Duration
2:41
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026