Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yeah)
Skrrt
Big block talk
[Chorus]
This that NO GNX ZONE, keep your clone at home (yeah)
All my shit pre-’84, real steel, real chrome
Ain’t no plastic in my past, just gas, no phone
If you ain’t smellin’ leaded when you spin, you gone
This that NO GNX ZONE, you can’t sit on this throne
Only titles in my trunk, pink slips, no loans
Whole lane mine, you a guest, drive slow
This that NO GNX ZONE, bitch, you already know (yeah)
[Verse 1]
’69 Chevelle on the street like war
Paint so clean, every flake cut your jaw
Cam so lumpy that the neighbors call God
Idle so nasty soundin’ like it broke the law
Four-speed slap, grab gears, no paddle
White-letter tires, whole block in a shadow
Bench seat big, got your girl tryna straddle
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a horse when I’m sayin’ this saddle
Dash crack a lil’ bit, but the soul intact
Odometer flipped twice, still pullin’ like that
You flexin’ plastic badges, I’m laughin’ in back
My carb spit flame, your “sport” mode whack
Got a ’72 Cutty with the swivel-ass chair
Gold lace wheels, raised white hairs
You pull up quiet, I don’t even fuckin’ care
If my lifters ain’t tappin’, then I’m probably not there (nah)
[Chorus]
This that NO GNX ZONE, keep your clone at home
All my shit pre-’84, real steel, real chrome
Ain’t no plastic in my past, just gas, no phone
If you ain’t smellin’ leaded when you spin, you gone
This that NO GNX ZONE, you can’t sit on this throne (uh)
Only titles in my trunk, pink slips, no loans
Whole lane mine, you a guest, drive slow
This that NO GNX ZONE, bitch, you already know (skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Got a ’68 Dart lookin’ mean, all primer
Sleeper-ass bitch, but the block sittin’ higher
Big-ass scoop, pull air like a dryer
When I crack that bitch open, your jaw need a wire
’70 Torino, stripe down the spine
Bench full of burns from the ash and the time
Smell like oil, old leather, lil’ pine
Every stain in the seat is a fuckin’ headline
Your “vintage-themed” pics on the ‘gram, that’s cute
I been wrenchin’ since the day you learned to lace your boots
Hands full of scars from the bolts that refused
Every busted-ass knuckle, that’s proof of the truth
I don’t valet shit, they ain’t drivin’ this art
I park far out, walk in from the dark
You wait for approval when you turn that key
My shit too loud to ask, it talk for me (talk for me)
[Chorus]
This that NO GNX ZONE, keep your clone at home
All my shit pre-’84, real steel, real chrome
Ain’t no plastic in my past, just gas, no phone
If you ain’t smellin’ leaded when you spin, you gone
This that NO GNX ZONE, you can’t sit on this throne
Only titles in my trunk, pink slips, no loans
Whole lane mine, you a guest, drive slow
This that NO GNX ZONE, bitch, you already know (yeah)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to bass and hats]
I don’t want your weak-ass wrap, that’s cap
I want rust in the frame and a fat-ass stack
I want burnouts long as your whole damn track
When I dump that clutch, whole world fade black (skrrt)
[Chorus]
This that NO GNX ZONE, keep your clone at home
All my shit pre-’84, real steel, real chrome
Ain’t no plastic in my past, just gas, no phone
If you ain’t smellin’
Style
rapglassy trap bells over darkdetuned pads and gritty 808smid-tempo. male vocalstight double-time pockets and intricate internal rhymes. hook hits with layered ad-libs and widened stereo delay; verses stay dry and close for an in-your-ear feel. occasional chopped vocal stabs between linesbass glides harder on the second hook for a meanerhead-nod payoff.lyrical
Prompt
rap, trap, lyrical, lots of swearing, rapping about vintage cars, name the song NO GNX ZONE
Credits
Prompt byBigDeac
GeneratedFeb 8, 2026
ModelZona