[Verse 1] Cruisin' in that primer paint Rust on the door Trunk shake like it’s faint Ash in the cup Black mask on my face Cold stare Dead calm Heart matched to the bass
Yellow tape dreams in the back of my head Whole block hush when they hear how it tread Steel in the seat Steel nerves Steel veins Dark in my lane Let it bleed through the frame
[Chorus] 808 make the whole car crawl Bass so deep make the roof drywall fall If you in the way You gon’ feel that hit Dark in the trunk Let it roar That’s it
[Verse 2] Eyes in the rearview Red like the brake Glide through the curve See the whole street shake Static on the dash But the system still pound Teeth to the curb when I slide through town
Black ice swing from the cracked windshield Old screw tape That’s a battlefield One slow knock Two more for the threat Ride too low Leave the asphalt wet
[Chorus]
Style of Music
Dark underground phonk, male vocals. Slower 115–120 BPM stomp with blown-out 808 bass swallowing the low end, crusty Memphis-style drums, and eerie chopped samples tucked behind a dry, upfront vocal. Verses ride a menacing, steady pocket; hook hits with extra bass weight, doubled vocals, and subtle tape warble. Keep mix grimy, clipping on the edge, with short, aggressive ad‑libs., slow, lo-fi