

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Mask on tight Heart gone cold Money on my mind That’s all I know (yeah) [Verse 1] G behind the shiesty Dark tint, can’t sight me Flick once, that’s a light beam Flick twice, that’s a crime scene Fifty rounds in the side door Everybody hit the side floor I ain’t here for the small talk Open up that safe, what we slide for I was broke, they would laugh then Now they silent when the bag in By any means, that’s a habit Turn a hunger to a habit, I gotta have it Black gloves on the dash, that’s pressure Every lick just raising my measure This ain’t luck, this chess, I’m clever Every move set up for the treasure (yeah) [Chorus] I don’t give a fuck, I’ma get my check up (check up) If the door locked, we gon’ kick that mess up (kick it) If the stash low, we gon’ get it, wreck up (wreck up) By any means necessary, run that bread up I don’t give a fuck, I’ma get my check up (check up) Fifty rounds, plenty ways to press up (press up) Robbery talk, better keep your head up By any means necessary, run that bread up (yeah) [Verse 2] Slide out late, that’s grave shift Hood up tight, that’s facelift Talk too much? Get your chain split I was raised where the pain hit Tunnel vision on the payout Whole block know what I’m made ’bout You praying I fade out I’m plotting on the safe route and the stakeout If it’s beef, we can solve that quick If it’s racks, we can haul that quick Life cheap when the rent come due So the risk, yeah, we all that with Front seat got the line on the teller Backseat got a mask and a measure This ain’t fear, this pressure and pleasure Living one step from a stretcher (woo) [Chorus] I don’t give a fuck, I’ma get my check up (check up) If the door locked, we gon’ kick that mess up (kick it) If the stash low, we gon’ get it, wreck up (wreck up) By any means necessary, run that bread up I don’t give a fuck, I’ma get my check up (check up) Fifty rounds, plenty ways to press up (press up) Robbery talk, better keep your head up By any means necessary, run that bread up (skrrt)
Tags
rap, Aggressive hardstyle-rap beat at 155 BPM, distorted reese bass and stomping kicks. Male vocals, tight doubled leads with shouted gang vocals on the hook. Verses ride a clipped, menacing pocket; synth stabs and risers build into explosive drops on each chorus. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs and siren FX to sell the robbery narrative and “by any means” hunger., hardstyle
2:04
No
3/28/2026