Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low vocal register] Yeah Look [Verse 1] I’m a motherfucking gangster Lip gloss Black nail tips Came up where they take first We don’t ever take shit Hood baby with the big dreams Turned ‘em to a hit list Ride for me You might eat Cross me You get dismissed I’m a hustler I’m heartless Turn pain into profit If you ain’t talking numbers Then we changing the topic You say you from the struggle But I just see gossip I came from where the puddles Hide the shells in the water [Chorus] I’m a motherfucking gangster Hustler Came from the gutter Don’t trust ya On that Billy the Kid Quick draw shit Harley Quinn Red lip Little toxic I’m a motherfucking gangster Hustler Pray for my soul I corrupt ya Say you ride or you die I don’t buy it I been solo in the smoke I’m the pilot [Verse 2] On some outlaw Wild west Tattoo on my wrist say “blessed” Got a blade in the bra That’s a joke though ‘Cause my mind way sharper than the metal You a love song I’m a death note You a text back I’m a said-no Got a smile like a saint But I bend rules Make a sinner say grace when I step through Triple check every handshake Every hug Every glance fake You a fan Not a friend Babe You just wanna get your name placed I was hungry on the late shift Cold nights Burned bridges Now the plate so big Everybody wanna taste it [Chorus] [Chorus]
Tags
Moody R&B trap ballad with female vocals; slow swung tempo, deep sub bass and sparse detuned keys. Verses ride a laid‑back, menacing pocket with filtered drums and distant vocal chops. Chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and ad‑libs, 808 slides, and airy pads. Occasional guitar swells and riser FX add drama; keep the vocal dry and upfront, attitude on 10., slow, vocal, r&b
Duration
2:28
Instrumental
No
Created
12/24/2025