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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trap house hot
Grease on the stove, wrist locked
Phone doing laps
Door swing more than the deadbolt got
Ash on my jeans
Lean stains up on the countertop
Neighbors peeking
Act like they don’t know what we got
Trap queen barefoot
Flour on her shirt from the mix
She don’t text back
Only talk numbers and bricks
Whole block watching
Still slide out for the licks
Heart cold-blooded
But this Pyrex giving us heat
[Chorus]
Powder on my Timbs, I’m walking heavy (yeah)
Money in a river, flow too messy (too messy)
Running up the street till my lungs get ready
(uh, uh)
If you always cooking rocks
You don’t ever sleep steady
Trap queen up, eyes red but steady (steady)
Blunt to the face, mind gone already (skrrt)
Racks on the table, all blues, all petty
If you always cooking rocks
You don’t ever sleep steady
[Verse 2]
Door camera glitch
But the line still wrapping the gate
Ops ride past slow
I can feel the hate in they brakes
Whole crew faded
Arguing about who got weight
But the scale don’t lie
Only reason that I keep faith
Smoke in my lungs
Can’t hear fear when it talks
Fistfights, sirens
Same soundtrack when I walk
Mama in my ear
Say I’m lost under this chalk
I just shrug, hug the bag
Let the demons do the talk
[Chorus]
Powder on my Timbs, I’m walking heavy (walking heavy)
Money in a river, flow too messy (too messy)
Running up the street till my lungs get ready (hey)
If you always cooking rocks
You don’t ever sleep steady
Trap queen up, eyes red but steady (so steady)
Blunt to the face, mind gone already
Racks on the table, all blues, all petty
If you always cooking rocks
You don’t ever sleep steady
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration2:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, woozy trap beat with elastic 808s and skittering hi-hats; male vocals half-mumbled, half-snapped in a lazy pocket. Hook leans on hypnotic repetition with ad-lib stacks and pitched-down doubles. Sparse piano plinks and eerie pads in the verse, chorus widens with extra low synths and distant chant-style backing vocals.
Credits
Prompt byLunarBolt321
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap houses, slinging dope smoking blunts, running the streets racks upon stacks, drugs fights trap queen is always up, if your a always cooking rocks, swinging to the crib I drip powder mumble rap
