

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] Flip the switch, glitch in the matrix, static buzzin' Money talk, I hear the commas hummin’, stacks discussin’ Bando smellin' like a chemist lab, fumes combustin' Pullin’ strings, no puppeteer, my moves disgustin’ Kitchen table, scales and grams, the plot be thickenin’ Lost my halo, devil smirkin’, slick and sickening Haters chirpin', birds in the trap, wings be flickerin’ Wrist twistin’, got the sauce, pot thick with discipline [Chorus] Ayo, what the f**k? System glitchin’, wires stuck Pockets heavy, bricks like trucks Press the button, flames erupt Ayo, what the f**k? Shadows lurkin’, outta luck Creepin’ slow, the clock struck Flip the table, who’s corrupt? [Verse 2] Slidin’ through the void, pitch black, no navigation Mind racin’, paper chasin’, no vacation 808s, heart pounds, bassline medication Life a game of chess, I’m causin’ checkmate situations Dirty South roots, mud thick like molasses Movin’ through the traffic, lane-switchin’ on the masses Came up from the ashes, phoenix breathin’ gases Caution tape around my aura, glowin’ savage
Tags
glitchy production with heavy 808s; dark, glitch, layered with sharp hi-hats and snare rolls. vocal delivery should be gritty and raw, rap, trap, bass-driven atmosphere, emphasizing punchy rhythm and unfiltered energy., dirty south rap
3:27
No
7/17/2025