She Gotta Be From Compton

[Intro]
Willi BANZ in the cut
Santana block, what up
Slide through, all blue
You know how we do (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I know she ain't trippin, Willi BANZ just laced in
Santana block standin tall, Compton crippin, I ain’t playin
Thick frame, big butt, lil’ waist when she walkin
Whole spot stopped talkin, I’m locked in, locked in
Gold hoops swing when she laugh at her homegirls
Baby hair laid, baby runnin her own world
Lil’ attitude, but I’m lovin that function
Turned around, in my head I said somethin—
[Chorus]
Ooh, she gotta be from Compton (from Compton)
Way that lil’ baby stomp in (stomp in)
All that talk, she don’t do too often
But when she turned ‘round, I lost it
Ooh, she gotta be from Compton (Compton)
Lil’ face with a back so monstrous
In my head, I was already locked in
Like, “Ooh… she gotta be from Compton”
[Verse 2]
She like, “Where you from?” I said, “Right round here”
Blue hat, blue strings, make it quite real clear
She said, “Boy, I can tell by the slang you usin
And the way you stand still when the whole room movin”
She from Rosecrans, auntie on Bullis
Cousin on the east, say his hustle the coolest
We laugh, then she hit a lil’ dance, start poppin
Had me think twice, now my mind just joggin—
[Chorus]
Ooh, she gotta be from Compton (from Compton)
Way that lil’ baby stomp in (stomp in)
All that talk, she don’t do too often
But when she turned ‘round, I lost it
Ooh, she gotta be from Compton (Compton)
Lil’ face with a back so monstrous
In my head, I was already locked in
Like, “Ooh… she gotta be from Compton”

rap, West Coast bounce with thick, rubbery bass and snappy claps, female vocals on a sung hook and male vocals rapping the verses; clean guitar licks and high-pitched whistles accent the groove. Hook feels bright and infectious, verses ride laid-back yet aggressive, with occasional gang vocals on key lines to make it feel like the whole block is talking.