Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What did you, what what
Who did the what
I heard that talk
Then it slid off track
What the what, huh
You know the deal
Too much mouth
And not enough wheel
I seen that stare
I seen that bluff
You shake that dice
Then you fold too rough
I keep it low
Keep it moving clean
High speed, baby
On a gas-run beam
[Pre-Chorus]
Who did it, did it
Who did it now
Say it too loud
Then you back up how
I don't chase noise
I don't need proof
I got my own name
And my own truth
[Chorus]
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
What the what, huh
What the what, huh
Who did it, did it
Who did it, huh
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
[Verse 2]
I got that split
Between yes and no
Them side-eye folks
Tryna steal my flow
But I know them roads
And I know them signs
When the smoke get thick
I stay on my lines
You can holler back
You can point that way
I been in the sun
I been in the clay
Not much to say
When the work get hard
Just pack that sweat
And keep that card
[Pre-Chorus]
Who did it, did it
Who did it now
Say it too loud
Then you back up how
I don't chase noise
I don't need proof
I got my own name
And my own truth
[Chorus]
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
What the what, huh
What the what, huh
Who did it, did it
Who did it, huh
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
[Bridge]
One hand up
One foot down
Less talk, more truth
When I come around
You can keep that spin
Keep that crooked grin
I'ma ride this road
Till the break of sin
[Chorus]
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
What the what, huh
What the what, huh
Who did it, did it
Who did it, huh
High speed chicken feed
High speed chicken feed
I believe that's all
I believe I need
Details
GeneratedJul 4, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern rap with a trunk-rattling mid-tempo bounce, swung hi-hats, rubbery bass, and clap-snare groove; verse rides sparse with stop-start drums and talky cadences, pre-chorus tightens with rising synth blur, chorus hits with chant stacks and a repeated hook phrase. Ragged lead vocal in the verses, doubled hooks with ad-lib shouts and call-and-response. Airy reverse swells, mouth-click fills, and a horn stab before each drop. Warm, gritty, front-seat mix., rap
Credits
Prompt byDreamyFlow319
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
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