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[Intro]
Yeah, pull the gate, let the tires spit dust
You came talking big, now you’re talking to us
[Verse 1]
You wear that borrowed grin like it came with the truck
But every word you sell is just a load of bad luck
Got a cheap little crown and a paper-thin spine
Trying to act like a boss while you’re crossing my line
You’re a sorry little rumor in a secondhand hat
All bark at the table, no bite in the back
Keep flapping that jaw, keep testing my patience
I’ll stitch up your pride with a hard education
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t confuse my silence for a hole in my head
I heard every lie that your loud mouth said
[Chorus]
Fuckboy, you think I don’t know?
You’re just a bitch with a mouth full of smoke
Sorry-ass talk, better watch where you tread
Might as well wear stitches across your head
Fuckboy, quit putting on a show
I see every crack underneath that pose
You can run that bluff till the whole room laughs
But I know exactly what you are beneath that mask
[Verse 2]
She came in swinging with a storm in her eyes
Throwing cheap shots like a pack of bad lies
Some sorry bitches got a mean little grin
But the truth cuts deeper than the ink on their skin
Don’t need a knife, don’t need a threat
Just one clean sentence and you’re shaking with regret
You built that whole persona out of duct tape and blame
Now the first hard wind’s gonna tear through the frame
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t confuse my patience for a weakness to test
I’ve been reading your game from the first fake chest
[Chorus]
Fuckboy, you think I don’t know?
You’re just a bitch with a mouth full of smoke
Sorry-ass talk, better watch where you tread
Might as well wear stitches across your head
Fuckboy, quit putting on a show
I see every crack underneath that pose
You can run that bluff till the whole room laughs
But I know exactly what you are beneath that mask
[Bridge]
Boots on the floor, glass on the bar
You ain’t hard, you just talk too far
One more lie and the truth comes quick
You’re a paper crown on a counterfeit prick
[Final Chorus]
Fuckboy, you think I don’t know?
You’re just a bitch with a mouth full of smoke
Sorry-ass talk, better watch where you tread
Might as well wear stitches across your head
Fuckboy, your little act is through
Everybody in this room sees straight through you
Run that bluff till the last light fades
I know exactly what you are, and I know how you played
[Outro]
Dust settles down, but the truth stays loud
No crown for a clown in a borrowed crowd
Details
GeneratedSep 12, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
hard-hitting country rap, fast driving southern trap groove, distorted 808 bass under twangy electric guitar and banjo accents, punchy kick and snare, gritty male rap-sung delivery, aggressive cadence, call-and-response ad-libs, tight verses, explosive hook, dusty barroom swagger, polished loud mix
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187Byeagerz256
187Byeagerz256ModelAria v6
Prompt
Hard hitting fast paced country rap talking bout how there is some sorry bitches that might as well have stitches across they fucking head and tell her fuckboy you think I don’t know you just a bitch
