Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Six seven, six seven (skrrt) Skibidi, skibidi Late night sittin’ at the table Whole squad ready for the plate, yeah [Verse 1] Walk in, coat still smell like rain Counter man know my name Tray down, steam jump straight to my face Gold brown, that’s a blessin’ on a plate Big box, double wrap, no leak Curry drip, take a chip, can’t speak Mushy peas sittin’ there, bright green Six seven bites, I’m back in a dream (skrrt) Salt shake look like snow on the sea Vinegar splash, that sting on the cheek Plastic fork tryna pierce that feast Break that crust, see the white underneath [Chorus] Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I bite Fish so crisp, man, I might just stay all night Curry on my chip, yeah it glowin’ in the light Skrrt to the booth, but I’m eatin’ first, alright Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I chew Peas so smooth, they be slidin’ like they new Grease on my fingers, I ain’t savin’ any proof Skrrt from the line straight back to the booth [Verse 2] Take one chip, dip twice, go mad Curry stain on the side of the bag Steam on the glass, can’t see out Only thing clear is the food in my mouth Phone on the table, snaps of the tray Whole timeline know how I pray Bless this cod, bless these fries Six seven, I’m countin’ every bite (skrrt) Lemon wedge on the edge, one squeeze Cut through thick like the talk in the street Outside cold, but my chest feel heat From that sauce runnin’ down to the seat [Chorus] Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I bite Fish so crisp, man, I might just stay all night Curry on my chip, yeah it glowin’ in the light Skrrt to the booth, but I’m eatin’ first, alright Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I chew Peas so smooth, they be slidin’ like they new Grease on my fingers, I ain’t savin’ any proof Skrrt from the line straight back to the booth [Bridge] Six seven, six seven, stack that tray Skibidi, skibidi, chips all day (hey!) Skrrt in late, still get my share Curry on the side, got sauce everywhere [Chorus] Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I bite Fish so crisp, man, I might just stay all night Curry on my chip, yeah it glowin’ in the light Skrrt to the booth, but I’m eatin’ first, alright Six seven in the chippy, skibidi when I chew Peas so smooth, they be slidin’ like they new Grease on my fingers, I ain’t savin’ any proof Skrrt from the line straight back to the booth (six seven)
Tags
rap, UK drill-flavored trap with deep subs, tight hi-hat rolls, and sharp snares; male vocals switching between laid-back swagger in the verses and chanty, anthemic energy in the hook. Ad-libs (six seven, skrrt, skibidi) tucked around the main vocal; subtle grime-style synth stabs and roomy reverb on the chorus for a greasy-late-night, bass-heavy feel., deep
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026