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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hellurrr
What you want, baby? (huh)
Kitchen light flick, wig twist
We can get crazy
[Verse 1]
Got a skillet on the stove, grease still poppin'
Bible on the counter, but my mouth stay talkin'
Gun in the cookie jar, rust on the metal
Cross on my neck, but I’m quick to get ghetto (uh)
Neighbor at the door, say I’m actin’ too loud
Tell her, step in this yard, see who run this house
Loud wig, louder voice, flip-flops on the floor
One swing of this purse, put your teeth on the porch (pow)
[Chorus]
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo (nah)
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (say what)
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo (nope)
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (call the popo, hoe)
[Verse 2]
Yellin’ at the kids, “quit touchin’ my wig” (stop)
Got a switch by the fridge, don’t test how I live
Cussin’ in the driveway, rollers in my hair
Talk slick, get slick, better watch that chair
Cousin in the back, loadin’ up the trunk
Uncle in the front, passed out off junk
Sirens in the wind, see ’em creepin’ up slow
I just sip my tea, let ’em watch this show (hellurrr)
[Chorus]
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo (nah)
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (hey!)
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo (nope)
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (call the popo, hoe)
[Bridge]
Lip gloss thick, attitude thicker
Got a bad temper and a Bible scripture
Hands in the air? I’ma wave this robe
Talkin’ ’bout cuffs, better watch these toes (click-clack)
[Chorus]
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo (uh-uh)
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (say it)
Run from the popo?
I ain’t scared of the popo
You can call the popo, hoe
Call the popo, hoe (hellurrr)
Details
GeneratedApr 15, 2026
Duration2:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty Southern trap bounce with thick 808s, rapid hi-hat flurries, and detuned brass stabs. Male vocals, half-comic half-menacing energy: verses spit fast with animated ad-libs, chorus wide and chant-able with stacked gang vocals. Sub-bass glues the pocket; organ stabs and funky bass licks nod to old-school soul, with a brief breakdown where the beat drops to claps and vocal before slamming back in., hip hop, funk, r&b, soul, bounce
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Prompt by
BoldKnight280
BoldKnight280ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Hellurrr, Madea, gun rotting, cussing, fighting, shooting, run from the popo, ain’t scared of the popo, call the popo hoe, call the popo hoe, rap, trap, hip hop, bounce, soul, r&b, funk
