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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m in the cut with the bag on deck
Creak in the seat when I lean my neck
Late-night crop, got the whole room thick
One puff turns a bad day slick
Ain’t talkin’ loud, I just cough and grin
Palm full of green, let the whole night spin
Old truck idles, but my mind won’t stall
Sky get heavy when I break that law
Long green ribbon in a rolled-up stack
Burn so slow, make the whole line back
Eyes half-mast, but the bars stay mean
Put a storm in the air when I step on the scene
[Pre-Chorus]
More smoke, more smoke
Let it rise, let it choke
I been low, I been broke
Now I roll, then I float
[Chorus]
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Burn so hard
Like a mule kick, y’all
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Heavy in the chest
When the whole thing spark
[Verse 2]
Ash on the console, crumb on the jeans
Green got me movin’ in slo-mo streams
I don’t chase clout, I just chase that hush
One deep pull and the whole world crush
Eyes red-rimmed like a taillight stain
Mind real deep in a sweet smoke lane
Every exhale got a graveyard wave
I been grinnin’ at the mess I made
Friends say “damn, that hit too mean”
I say “pass that back, keep the circle clean”
Glass taste bitter, but the high stay gold
Got a heavy little fire in my lungs, I know
[Pre-Chorus]
More smoke, more smoke
Let it rise, let it choke
I been low, I been broke
Now I roll, then I float
[Chorus]
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Burn so hard
Like a mule kick, y’all
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Heavy in the chest
When the whole thing spark
[Bridge]
Baby, I don’t need a prayer
I need one more breath of that air
Let it twist, let it lean
Let it pull me under clean
[Chorus]
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Burn so hard
Like a mule kick, y’all
More fog, more fog
I need more fog
Heavy in the chest
When the whole thing spark
Details
GeneratedJun 16, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dirty South rap with a trunk-rattling half-time groove, rattling hi-hats, booming 808s, and a bluesy minor-key synth lead; verse rides sparse drums and low-end space, pre-chorus tightens with snare rolls and filtered chants, chorus slams with stacked doubles and gang ad-libs on the hook word. Gravelly lead vocal, doubled on punchlines, smoky call-and-response backing in the hook, tape-slap throws on last words, ember-like risers and reversed swells into each drop, bright-hard mix with heavy sub and dry snare bite., lyrical, dirty south rap
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A dirty south rap about smoking more weed then Willie and Snoop dog blowing more fog then Cheech and Chong cannabis hitting harder then mule kicks Melancholic,Lyrical,Hard
