Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [engines rev, crowd murmur rising] Late night Gas light Whole block Flashlight [Verse 1] Chrome grill grinnin at the stop sign Fat tires hummin like a punchline Big block breathin like a beast cage-locked Red stripe down the side, heart rage-hot Quarter mile marked with the skid smoke Bet cash in a backpack, zip closed Black Chevelle, all steel, old soul Paint deep like a bruise, matte cold Dash lit, tach needle doing backflips Leather seat stickin to my back, grip Glove box holdin what the law hate Bible, lil blade, and a clean plate Fox-body lined next to me, idle talk He say “turbo,” I just nod, watch ’Cause when that tree drop, it’s all truth Either you run, or the street run through [Chorus] We in that redline rivalry (skrrt, skrrt) Whole lane shakin when it breathe on me American muscle, that heart so mean Big block choir singin gasoline Pedal on the floor, let the cage unlock Pray the rods hold when the revs tick-tock If you ain't built for the burn and the scars Stay off the strip, this for drag racers and cars [Verse 2] Hellcat howlin on the back road Widebody sittin like a tank load Cam chop-chop in the moonlight Whole hood lift when it bite, fight Old-heads lean on the fence, side-eye Say we one slip from a flatline But I grew up countin gears, countin cones Burnout marks map out my home 405 heads, trick flow brain Shot of octane in my veins My girl in the stands in a jean jacket Name on my window with a Sharpie bracket Cop light flash in the far lane We line up anyway, hardheaded gang ’Cause this tree green like a last chance Left foot on the brake, right on the dance [Chorus] We in that redline rivalry (yeah) Whole lane shakin when it breathe on me American muscle, that heart so mean Big block choir singin gasoline Pedal on the floor, let the cage unlock Pray the rods hold when the revs tick-tock If you ain't built for the burn and the scars Stay off the strip, this for drag racers and cars [Bridge] [beat drops to half-time, engine rev FX] Headlights lined like a runway Two cars, one crown, one Sunday I don’t chase flags, I chase my fate If I see that stripe, I don’t brake, I break Rubber on my shoes, same on the lane Every lil pebble got my last name If I spin, I spin, but I still go hard ’Cause life too short for a slow-start heart [Chorus] We in that redline rivalry (woah) Whole lane shakin when it breathe on me American muscle, that heart so mean Big block choir singin gasoline Pedal on the floor, let the cage unlock Pray the rods hold when the revs tick-tock If you ain't built for the burn and the scars Stay off the strip, this for drag racers and cars
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with trunk-rattling low end and sharp hi-hats; aggressive male vocals riding a swung pocket. Verses sit tight and menacing, built on a gritty synth bass and distant siren textures; hook explodes with gang chanted doubles, filtered 808 drops, and revving engine FX stabs. Ad-libs and echoes emphasize punchlines, with a brief second-half beat switch into half-time for extra swagger.
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/17/2026