Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] I got dab on it Break a slab, torch it up, then we blast, homie Blue and Queen Holfeltz in the back, zonin’ Windows down, whole block know it (I got dab on it) [Verse 1] Blue load the rig, Queen twist a cone Whole car cloudy, can’t see the phone Twenty-fours spin slow like the time stop Snap a pic, red eyes, that a mug shot Middle finger up to the stress and the nonsense Laughin’ at the past, we ain’t livin’ on a promise Dank in the jar, that’s a glow in the dark Hit it too hard, feel a spark in the heart (woo) [Chorus] I got dab on it Break a slab, torch it up, then we blast, homie Blue and Queen Holfeltz in the back, zonin’ Windows down, whole block know it (I got dab on it) [Verse 2] Rollin’ ’round town on them chrome big shoes Bass make the rearview shake on cue Queen in my ear say, “Pass that, fool” Blue in the front, tryin’ keep it cool Whole ride smell loud when we slide by Police look twice, we just wave high Middle finger up for the days we were broke Now we light top-shelf, let the cough be the joke (ha) [Chorus] I got dab on it Break a slab, torch it up, then we blast, homie Blue and Queen Holfeltz in the back, zonin’ Windows down, whole block know it (I got dab on it)
Tags
West Coast smoke-ride flip, swung drums and rubbery bassline; male vocals sliding between laid-back rap and melodic hooks. Hook stacks doubled with hazy harmonies, ad-libs panned wide. Verses stay tight and conversational over woozy keys; final chorus drops in extra backing chants for a rowdy, lifted outro., remix
Duration
1:58
Instrumental
No
Created
4/19/2026