

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Bass busted Jaw clenching Floor shaking Heart wrenching [Verse 1] Dark lot Engine hum Eyes red Ghost mask on the dash Mind sped Whole crew in the back No seat belts Cold air through the crack Blade in my belt Late night Paranoia in the wing mirror If it’s love or it’s war I see it clearer Every scar on my hand like a map route Every grudge that I kept gettin’ cashed out [Chorus] Bass busted Teeth rattle Brain numb I don’t feel fear I just go dumb (go dumb) If it don’t shake walls I don’t want none If it don’t break bones I don’t want love Bass busted Eyes roll Veins buzz I don’t say much Do what it does (yeah) If it don’t crush air in my lungs Then it’s dead in my chest It’s done [Verse 2] Kick back Swing low Step heavy Whole block hear the tread Stay ready Black hoodie pulled tight No face Just breath in the cold White haze Bad habits all lined like a drill line Got pain in my past that I still hide If I open that door Let the rage out Whole sky turn red when it plays out [Chorus] Bass busted Teeth rattle Brain numb I don’t feel fear I just go dumb (go dumb) If it don’t shake walls I don’t want none If it don’t break bones I don’t want love Bass busted Eyes roll Veins buzz I don’t say much Do what it does (hey!) If it don’t crush air in my lungs Then it’s dead in my chest It’s done [Bridge] I been running from the quiet all my life Need the low-end thunder just to drown my mind Every drop like a vow that I won’t break Every hit like a sin that I still take (still take) [Chorus] Bass busted Teeth rattle Brain numb I don’t feel fear I just go dumb If it don’t shake walls I don’t want none If it don’t break bones I don’t want love Bass busted Eyes roll Veins buzz I don’t say much Do what it does If it don’t crush air in my lungs Then it’s dead in my chest It’s done
Tags
Hybrid club banger: deep house pulse under drum-and-bass breakbeats, aggressive detuned leads and gritty phonk-style bass swerves, drill hats skittering on top. Male vocals, half-rapped half-chanted hook with gang vocals on the drop; verses ride a tense, syncopated pocket that explodes into a wide, distorted chorus. Short risers, chopped vocal stabs, and abrupt mutes heighten impact., drum and bass, deep house, drill
2:56
No
1/24/2026