Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] (Woo) I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies [Verse 1] I’m from the peach state, I’m reppin’ my city All in her smile like a big panoramic Met the wrong crowd, now her whole night got tragic Help out the old heads still workin’ and scrapin’ They left my pops in the struggle, abandoned him Now that I’m grown up, I start understanding him Movin’ with focus, with rhythm and stamina I got the fans and they cheer from the bannister Nobody safe, sendin’ bars at your manager Fifty thousand a show, yeah, that’s minimum These washed-up rappers want noise ’cause they miserable You losing your cool over me? That’s incredible L-look at your chain, your diamonds invisible Look at my shine, this thing look like a visual These dudes talk loud, but they really seem miserable [Bridge] I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ [Verse 2] I’m up in mansions, I’m driving a Bentley My girl, she spent her allowance on Fenty Rock out the show like I’m Kravitz or Lenny Don’t deal with fakes, man, they way too offended We do the dash in the Dodge or the Camry I go to bed in designer pajamas, fancy Boy, you just mad, all that talk sounding frantic I rap ’bout things that you don’t understand yet I just threw twenty thousand, the room got dramatic My shorty shining, she bright like a Starburst Too much loud in the air, and my driver like, “Darn, sir” Wanting this smoke with me, that’s only bad work Wanting this smoke with me, that’s just a bad turn Winning so big, got ’em shocked in the camera Shorty so clean, white fit from Alabama All of this style got me sharp like a planner Old heads would cook up a dream from a skillet They used to say they was making a biscuit And you keep working your craft with precision Built from the bottom, no help with the dishes I treat these haters like they just be trippin’ Smack DVD, turn it up, now they listen I’m in the tub gettin’ peace and I’m grinnin’ [Chorus] (Woo) I-I-I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ I got smoke for a hater who’s dissin’ These dudes softer than a pillow in the kitchen That boy so soft, yeah, he fold under pressure, no kidding I sip my drink, I don’t need nothing extra with me They let the dogs out the spot? You a kitty I’m from Atlanta, where they’ll test you for pennies
Tags
Ken Carson Opium rage trap, Atlanta street flex, auto-tuned chaotic rap, heavy 808s, smoke adlibs, trap energy
Duration
2:34
Instrumental
No
Created
4/19/2026