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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Young Smokez
[low vocal register]
Whole block know what time it is
[Verse 1]
Step out the yard, that’s a cold start
Big face on the wrist, that’s froze heart
Notes in the bag, that’s Mozart
Turned pain into plays like a coach chart
Trap line ringin’ like a hotline
Got bands on bands, that’s a bloodline
Diamonds on me do the sunshine
Even in the rain, make the sky shine
Two-tone whip with the seats all cream
Pedal to the floor, make the roadline scream
Big boy pack, got my trackline mean
Got a different plug for the red and the green
You’re typin’ on keys, I’m countin’ up G’s
You’re stuck on a screen, I’m stuck overseas
You’re braggin’ ’bout rank on a dead LP
I’m laughin’ in silk on a jet, low-key
[Chorus]
Cold start, hot wrist
Money talk, that’s my linguist
Big drip, I don’t need a wish
Everything I touch turn rich
Cold start, hot wrist
I just make the whole block twitch
Young Smokez, I don’t ever miss
Everything I touch turn rich
[Verse 2]
You grind for a badge and a rank tag
I grind, now it’s cash in a black bag
Big boy stones, make the flash lag
Neck like a fridge when the chain sag
You’re still braggin’ ’bout your KD
I’m tryna see how much weight this safe see
You stream all day for a small fee
I stream one call, that’s a crib key
Foreign on the lane, that’s a day trip
Roof goin’ back like a facelift
Nose to the plate, that’s a weight flip
Smoke in my lungs, that’s a spaceship
LP330 on your desktop
That’s a lil toy, that’s a kid prop
My numbers on the street make the feds watch
Your numbers on a game, that’s a dead watch
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I don’t play games, I play sums
Whole team eat when the pack comes
I don’t chase likes, I chase funds
Got your monthly wage in my side funds
Talk on the mic, get your chat spun
Talk on my name, that’s a rash run
Young Smokez really made the trap hum
Everything frosty, but I stay numb
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody UK melodic rap over sparse drill-inspired drums and bell-like synths, male vocals. Verses weave tuneful flows with pockets of rapid triplet flexes; chorus leans into a sticky sing-rap hook with stacked harmonies on the title line. 808 glides and distant vocal chops build tension, then drop out for intimate lines. Sub-bass and filtered ad-libs keep it dark but glossy, spotlight on the topline.
Credits
Prompt by
YxngSmoK3z
YxngSmoK3zModelAria v5
Prompt
Uk melodic rap, from the perspective of rapper Young Smokez, include flexing money and diamonds and watches and cars and drugs.
Diss the gaming LP330
