Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They still talkin'
T
Let me talk back (haha)
[Verse 1]
You type hard on a cracked screen
I get paid just to stay mean
You chase views, I chase fees
Whole style smellin' like old weed
You got "ops" in your IG bio
Never outside though, where you hide bro
Say my name just to get a lil' light
I'm the mains, you the crumbs on the side though
Big talk, tiny in real life
Whole clique built out of white lies
Tryna bark up a pine tree
Til a branch snap down, hit you right between both eyes (boom)
We ain't cut from the same cloth
You press share, I press start off
You press send, I press charts
You press cap, I press hearts, boy
[Chorus]
Talk tough, you don't want that
Online lion, in person you fall back (fall back)
You write threats, I write invoices
I can't hear haters over my choices
Talk tough, you don't want that
Whole crew quiet when we all crash (all facts)
You chase clout, I chase checks
Say it with your chest, not text
[Verse 2]
You a rumor in a group chat
I'm a rumor in a boardroom
You be braggin' 'bout a blue check
I been busy checkin' out a new room
You still stuck in the same fit
Same couch, same playlist
Got my name in your same mouth
That's the closest you gon' get to this A list
You rehearse beef in the bathroom
I rehearse peace in a backroom
Where the bag at, where the stats at
Numbers make the loud ones sound mad soon
Every post that you make look thirsty
Every sub that you send don't hurt me
I'm just scrollin' like "bless that child"
You a fan gone bad, that's the worst thing
[Chorus]
Talk tough, you don't want that
Online lion, in person you fall back (fall back)
You write threats, I write invoices
I can't hear haters over my choices
Talk tough, you don't want that
Whole crew quiet when we all crash (all facts)
You chase clout, I chase checks
Say it with your chest, not text
[Bridge]
Why you mad at me for what you ain't did?
Why you hate the grown man, still a man kid?
Every L that you pray on, I flip quick
Turn shade to a chain, that's drip, that's rich (woo)
[Chorus]
Talk tough, you don't want that
Online lion, in person you fall back (fall back)
You write threats, I write invoices
I can't hear haters over my choices
Talk tough, you don't want that
Whole crew quiet when we all crash (all facts)
You chase clout, I chase checks
Say it with your chest, not text
Style
rapdark memphis-influenced glitch-hop banger with male vocals; detuned bells and eerie pads over trunk-rattling 808srolling hi-hat patternsand clipped vocal glitches. verses ride a swung southern pocket with roomytucked-back snares; hook slams with doubled vocalsad-libsand extra sub weight. occasional tape-stop fx before bar dropscreating tension and swagger before the beat punches back in.glitchhip hop
Prompt
Rap, Hip Hop, 808s, TR-808s, T, Glitch-Hop, Memphis Style, Southern Trap, Trap-Influnced, Hi Hats, song talking smack and roasting to haters, male
Credits
Prompt by
xCASHx
xCASHxGeneratedJan 25, 2026
ModelZona