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Lyrics
[Intro]
What’s poppin
Whole block watchin
[low vocal register] check my fit
Yeah, I’m locked in
[Chorus]
Crank the switch
Bad bitch ride my shit
Fuck yo clique
I’m that one, I’m legit
Crank the switch
Whole crew talk that shit
Damn, we hit
Every lick, never miss
[Verse 1]
Gold grill grin, that glare
Boots on the couch, don’t care
Cup too muddy, I stare
At the bag, that’s prayer
Big body slide, that tint
Name in her phone as “rent”
She in my lap, that print
Say she love how I vent
I talk that fuck-you flex
Cash stack tall, no text
She throw neck, then jet
I just smirk, that’s next
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Backseat fog, that steam
Westside fiends, my team
Deal go smooth, no scene
Only blue notes, no green
Shorty so bad, that slam
Hands on her thighs, goddamn
Say she love men that plan
I just laugh, count bands
Fuck yo talk, I’m proof
Chain swing hard, one tooth
Step in the spot, that truth
Whole room shift when I move
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration1:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark Memphis trap with cavernous 808 slide bass, sparse detuned bells, and razor-sharp hi-hats. Verse locks into a menacing mid-tempo bounce; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on the title phrase. Ad-libs tucked deep in the sides, kick and bass glued and heavy. Male vocals, aggressive delivery with a laid-back, confident swing.
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Prompt by
0bl1v10n
0bl1v10nModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap, rap, Memphis style, what’s poppin, fuck, shit, damn, crank the switch, bad bitch ride my shitfuck yo shit, I am legit
