

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Bottle in the air Wrist on flood Shorty too thick Got me feelin like a thug (yeah) [Verse 1] She in that red dress Tat on the hip Talk with her eyes Biting her lip Whisper in my ear “Boy, you talk big” Hand on her waist She grabbin my zip Backdoor key We erase that line Out of that crowd Now she all mine Hands on the wall Make her arch that spine She don’t wanna dance She just want my time (yeah) [Chorus] In the back of the club, she bad-bad (bad) Hands on my chest, make it clap-clap (clap) She say “slow down,” then she snap back (woah) We ain’t goin home, we past that, past that Back of the club, where the lights fade Her nails on my skin like a switchblade She ride on the king, where the throne at In the back of the club, I own that (yeah) [Verse 2] VIP wristband But we in the dark Her perfume loud Got me losin heart Tongue so slick She don’t miss her mark Moanin real low Over all that spark Her friend text “where you at?” She don’t even check it Phone on mute She just want this blessing Jeans halfway She don’t need no question Saying my name Like a little confession (oh) [Chorus] In the back of the club, she bad-bad (bad) Hands on my chest, make it clap-clap (clap) She say “slow down,” then she snap back (snap back) We ain’t goin home, we past that, past that Back of the club, where the lights fade Her nails on my skin like a switchblade She ride on the king, where the throne at In the back of the club, I own that (yeah, I own that)
Tags
rap, Dark, booming club trap with heavy 808s and sharp hi-hats; male vocals, cocky and close-mic’d. Minimal, menacing piano loop in the verses, bass swells under pre-chorus. Hook explodes with layered chant vocals and wide stereo ad-libs; second half adds distorted vocal chops and riser for a final peak., hip hop
2:13
No
3/31/2026