

Prompt / Lyrics
(Street version – no club lights, just red and blue in the rearview, trunk rattlin’ blocks away) **Intro** (masked-up voice, ski on, AR drum in the background) Yeah… pull up slow on her block, windows half This that “Salt Girl Fell Off” murder music Free my dawgs, fuck the algorithm Let’s work. **Hook** (gritty, half-sung, half-spat) Salt girl fell off, left her crown in the dirt Whole hood seen the paperwork, bitch you a clerk All that AI spam, them bot-ass verses you drop Sound like a robot throwin’ up on a cracked laptop Touch grass? Nah, touch curb, get stomped in the street It’s my app, my block, my pack; bow down to the heat Run up a check on her grave, that’s a million in peace Salt season over, pussy; rest in grease **Verse 1** (pure street talk, no filter) I caught her slippin’ outside the Boost Mobile store Face lookin’ like Wish shipped it and ain’t ship no more Belly pokin’ through the Fashion Nova, zipper cryin’ for help Whole fit screamin’ “I financed this on Afterpay myself” She was spammin’ in the comments, I was loadin’ up the Drac’ Every post a cry for help, every like a fake Heard her new song in the trap; everybody hit skip Sound like Alexa gettin’ choked with a USB-C tip I put a bounty on her clout, dead or alive Ten bands if you bring me the hard drive where her real face hide She a opp in a wig, whole timeline federal I’m the new plug for the viral, she the old cracked bezel **Hook** **Verse 2** (even darker, ski mask voice deeper) Pull up masked up, black tee say “She Fell Off” in blood drip Your streams so low they need life support and a blood drip You was payin’ for bots, I was payin’ for the lawyer Now the judge threw the book, said your career need a coroner Talkin’ tough on live till the Wi-Fi cut Now she cryin’ in the Kia, mascara runnin’ like a slut Heard your baby daddy left when the views went ghost Took the PS5 and the ring light, left you roast I’m in the trap cookin’ real, you in the kitchen with ChatGPT Your bars taste like plastic, mine hit like fentanyl in the street Whole gang screamin’ “fuck her page,” that’s on the set Turn her profile pic to a memorial, that’s a threat **Final Hook** (slowed + screwed, almost whispered) Salt girl fell off… left her ass in the past Fake as fuck… whole image made of glass It’s my app, my block, my pack, my word Bow down or get put in the dirt; you heard. (Beat cuts cold. One gunshot sound. Crickets.) [No hook after that. Just tires screechin’ out. This ain’t for the club no more; this for the trenches. Play it once and delete the evidence.]
Tags
Trap, Nu Metal,Rage, Rap Metal, Southern Trap, Diss Track, Battle Rap, Industrial, Steady 808 bass line, Phonk, Rage
2:21
No
12/12/2025