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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He said he love that wire,
love that yellow glow
Roll up on the block,
got the panel on his shoulder
Palm full of pennies,
eyes on ghetto gold
Talkin' 'bout a rush,
but it came with a cold
Came from the fuse box,
coughin' up that shine
Hands all trembling,
still he want one more line
Got that copper flu,
creepin' through his veins
Twistin' in the dark,
chasin' every chain
[Pre-Chorus]
He can't let it go
When the metal calls
He hear that hum in his chest
When the breaker falls
[Chorus]
Copper flu, copper flu
He got the copper flu
Ghetto gold, ghetto gold
That shine done got him too
Copper flu, copper flu
He keep on reachin' through
Copper flu, copper flu
All he want is ghetto gold
[Verse 2]
Yellow in the pockets,
yellow on the teeth
Bought a whole new habit
off a busted little receipt
Climbin' on the pole,
like it owe him rent
Say he fix the lights
but the money already spent
Got a little stash
hid under the sink
Every time he see a coil
he forget how to think
Neighbors hear him sing
when the metal hit right
Like he married to the shimmer
and it keeps him up at night
[Pre-Chorus]
He can't let it go
When the metal calls
He hear that hum in his chest
When the breaker falls
[Chorus]
Copper flu, copper flu
He got the copper flu
Ghetto gold, ghetto gold
That shine done got him too
Copper flu, copper flu
He keep on reachin' through
Copper flu, copper flu
All he want is ghetto gold
[Bridge]
Mama said, "Boy, come home"
He said, "I can't yet"
One more little lick
and he might forget
But the shine don't feed
and the buzz don't stay
Leave him with the bill
when the daylight fades
[Chorus]
Copper flu, copper flu
He got the copper flu
Ghetto gold, ghetto gold
That shine done got him too
Copper flu, copper flu
He keep on reachin' through
Copper flu, copper flu
All he want is ghetto gold
Details
GeneratedMay 12, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dirty South hip hop with a trunk-rattling bounce, halftime drum swing, rubbery 808 slides, snapped snares, and rattling hi-hat rolls; verse rides sparse with eerie organ stabs and talkbox accents, pre-chorus tightens with filtered bass and handclaps, chorus hits with stacked gang vocals and a chanty call-and-response. Close-mic gritty male vocals with double-tracked hook words, ad-lib puns panned wide, risers and coin-drops into each drop, bright but heavy mix with dusty street-level grit., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byMegaBlaze14
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A hip hop dirty south hip hop song about copper flu and an electricians addiction to ghetto gold
