Prompt / Lyrics
**[Intro]** (yeah… yeah…) She walk in, room get violent I seen the young buck she with — he silent Aight bet **[Chorus]** I can beat him up, I can beat him up For that pussy I’ll put his whole face in the mud I can beat him up, I can beat him up She so fine I don’t care if we draw blood I can beat him up (huh), I can beat him up (what) One wrong glance and his jaw gettin’ touched She lookin’ at me while he holdin’ her clutch Sorry lil’ bro, tonight you gettin’ rushed **[Verse 1]** She got that demon walk, hips like a hex Lipstick red like the blood I’ma shed He 5'10 talkin’ tough on the net In person he fold like a lawn chair, I bet I’m off the Wock’ and the ZaZa tonight Eyes low, heart black, grip on the fight She bitin’ her lip while he checkin’ his likes I’m already plottin’ on how he gon’ die She whisper “he sweet” but her body don’t lie Ass so fat it got its own gravity, why Would God make a woman this wicked, this fine Then pair her with a young buck built like a decline? I’m slidin’ through the function, black hoodie, no chain One punch he gon’ leak like a faucet with rain She gon’ act shocked for the ‘Gram, post a claim But we both know she fuckin’ me later the same **[Chorus]** I can beat him up, I can beat him up For that pussy I’ll put his whole face in the mud I can beat him up, I can beat him up She so fine I don’t care if we draw blood I can beat him up (huh), I can beat him up (what) One wrong glance and his jaw gettin’ touched She lookin’ at me while he holdin’ her clutch Sorry lil’ bro, tonight you gettin’ rushed **[Verse 2]** He keep postin’ “my girl” like a shield made of pixels I’m tryna see if that jaw really break when it’s hit, fool She wearin’ that dress like it’s painted on sinful Every step she take feel like sin in a missile I’m paranoid, clutchin’ the blick in the VIP He keep lookin’ over here, think he gon’ live, he? I’ll stomp him in Prada, leave scuffs on his white tee Turn that young buck memory into a fight scene on IG She slid in my DMs at 3:47 “u wild asf lol” — yeah bitch I’m unmedicated heaven He sleepin’ right next to her, dreamin’ ‘bout medals While she sendin’ me voice notes moanin’ my name, devil **[Bridge / Breakdown]** (slows down, heavy reverb) I don’t want beef… I want her But if beef come with her… Then fuck it, I’m comin’ for dinner (beat drops back hard) **[Final Chorus]** I can beat him up, I can beat him up Blood on my forces, still runnin’ it up I can beat him up, I can beat him up She already choosin’, he just ain’t enough I can beat him up (beat him up) I can beat him up (beat him up) She so motherfuckin’ bad I don’t give a fuck I can beat him up… (yeah… tonight you gettin’ touched) **[Outro]** She mine now Young buck learned now 808s hit like a coffin nail sound I can beat him up… I already did.
Tags
Dark Emo Trap, Slow 808 Slide, Murda/Phonk Vibe, Horrorcore Pop
Duration
2:48
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026