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Lyrics
[Intro]
[engine revs, crowd noise rising]
Yeah
Hah
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
Mud on my grill
Name on the bill
Half tank, full heart
Swingin’ for the kill
Slide through the corner
Back end fish tailin’
Tongue taste dust
All gas, no failin’ (yeah)
Chrome on the cage
Streaks on the frame
If you can read the number
You already late to the game
Flagman twitchin’
Crowd goin’ wild
I was built in the pits
I’m that reckless child
[Chorus]
Dirt racin’, mud flyin’ past
Kickin’ up clouds, I was born for the crash
White knuckles, feet down, full blast
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast
Dirt racin’, mud in my teeth
Heart in my throat, got the beast off the leash
Pray on the brake, sin on the gas
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Night lights hazy
Visor all streaked
I can hear ‘em in my mirror
But they never gon’ speak
Hit that rut
Whole world go sideways
Still point straight
Got my faith in the drive train
Pit crew shoutin’
Hands in the air
They bet lifetime
On this one last hairpin there
Slide by inches
Walls get kissed
You can smell burnt tread
On every wish I risk (woo)
[Chorus]
Dirt racin’, mud flyin’ past
Kickin’ up clouds, I was born for the crash
White knuckles, feet down, full blast
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast
Dirt racin’, mud in my teeth
Heart in my throat, got the beast off the leash
Pray on the brake, sin on the gas
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast
[Bridge]
Who really want it? (who?)
Line ‘em up, show proof
I talk in lap times
You talk in loose tooth
Gravel in my veins
Dust on my breath
I’ll trade ten slow years
For one hot lap to death
[Chorus]
Dirt racin’, mud flyin’ past
Kickin’ up clouds, I was born for the crash
White knuckles, feet down, full blast
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast
Dirt racin’, mud in my teeth
Heart in my throat, got the beast off the leash
Pray on the brake, sin on the gas
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t goin’ fast (let’s go)
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap-rap banger with male vocals; snarling 808s, skitter hi-hats, and distorted bass. Verses are tight double-time pockets, hook explodes with gang vocals and crowd shouts. Short bridge strips to vocal, sub, and clap before final full-throttle chorus drop.
Credits
Prompt byWildthing42
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Dirt racing mud flying fast cars, rap
