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)
Style
rapuk drill-flavored trap with deep substight hi-hat rollsand sharp snares; male vocals switching between laid-back swagger in the verses and chantyanthemic energy in the hook. ad-libs (six sevenskrrtskibidi) tucked around the main vocal; subtle grime-style synth stabs and roomy reverb on the chorus for a greasy-late-nightbass-heavy feel.deep
Prompt
Write a trap song about eating dinner in chippy where delicious fish and chips with curry sauce and mushy peas is served. Deep bass, a lot of ‘six seven’ ‘Skrrt’ and skibidi, male
Credits
Prompt byFlashFury242
GeneratedApr 8, 2026
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