

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah You ain't nice, you glitchin' (haha) Load it up [Verse 1] Whole court lag when you hop online Score jump crazy, that ain't all from grind Thumbs look tired but the aim too clean Can't hide skill when we read that screen You froze tip-off, scoreboard bugged Funny how the game crash soon as you up Talk real tough on a party chat Pull up in the park, you ain't built like that (nah) [Chorus] You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Whole team shook when the frame start missin' Real hands up, we can tell who different You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin' You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction Call it a win but the rep feel missin' You ain't good, you just pad-assistin' (yeah) [Verse 2] Late night stage, big wagers up You "green" every shot but the flow look stuck Catch that pause when the bar glitch slow Funny little script know just where to go I grind badges, you grind scripts I call plays, you call tips Mismatched talk and your gameplay too Say you top five but the clips say "who?" [Chorus] You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Whole team shook when the frame start missin' Real hands up, we can tell who different You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin' You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction Call it a win but the rep feel missin' You ain't good, you just pad-assistin' (woah) [Bridge] Real ones miss shots, then come back strong (come back) You just bend rules, hope you last this long When the patch hit, where you gon' run? No crutch left, just the truth and thumbs [Chorus] You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Whole team shook when the frame start missin' Real hands up, we can tell who different You ain't comp, you just pad-assistin' You ain't good, you just zen glitchin' (zen glitchin') Boxscore fake, that stat line fiction Call it a win but the rep feel missin' You ain't good, you just pad-assistin'
Tags
rap, Gritty New York drill beat, male vocals with an aggressive, taunting delivery. Hollow, sliding 808s and stuttering hi-hats under dissonant, eerie synth stabs. Verses stay tight and punchy with ad-libs tucked around the main vocal. Hook explodes with gang-style chants and layered doubles. Occasional beat drops and risers to highlight punchlines calling out cheaters and flexing real skill., drill
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2/27/2026