Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Back of the line Wristband fake Laugh in the face Of the rules they make (yeah) [Verse 1] Drinks on me but we under age Fake ID tucked in the vape case Bouncer look once, then he look away Guess the glitter in the teeth did all the talking, ayy We the vibe, yeah we bring the ice Whole squad cold, turn the heat up twice Phone on flash, catch the bad decisions Tomorrow just a rumor, tonight’s religion [Chorus] Drinks on me but we under age We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care, nah We the vibe, yeah we bring the ice Too young, too loud, still we feel like stars Drinks on me but we under age Hands up, eyes red, hearts in overdrive We the vibe, yeah we bring the ice If this wrong, then we don’t wanna get it right (hey!) [Verse 2] Stamped X on my hand, ink still wet Stamp me twice, I ain’t learned my lesson yet Tongue feel numb from the sweet cheap poison But I text “I’m good,” like my lungs not choking Friend in the stall, crying in the mirror Mascara run, tryna wipe off fear But she laugh when I knock, “one more shot, I’m fine” We just kids in a cage, tryna blur that line [Chorus] Drinks on me but we under age We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care, nah We the vibe, yeah we bring the ice Too young, too loud, still we feel like stars Drinks on me but we under age Hands up, eyes red, hearts in overdrive We the vibe, yeah we bring the ice If this wrong, then we don’t wanna get it right (oh yeah)
Tags
rap, Moody club-ready hip-hop with male vocals; sparse, dark trap drums and sub bass, eerie bell plucks and airy pads. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with close-mic delivery; hook explodes with stacked chant-style ad-libs and widened stereo delay. Occasional filtered drops and stutters to make the chorus punch harder and feel instantly repeatable., hip hop
Duration
2:04
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026