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Lyrics
[Intro]
Revving engines, heartbeats pound,
Rubber burns, no turning around.
Harpies squawk, but I’m the hawk,
Keys in hand, now hear the talk.
[Verse 1]
BMW gleams, dripping like a gold chalice,
Stole it clean, no malice, just pure palace.
Court side dreams, but I’m cruising the streets,
Harpies in the rearview, can’t match my feats.
Doors up, butterfly wings on a predator,
M4 screams, I’m the crowd’s sole editor.
Paint job frostier than winter on a glacier,
Leather so soft, feels like I’m sittin’ on a savior.
[Chorus]
Steal the court, steal the whip,
I’m the one, no counterfeit.
Rev it loud, watch ‘em trip,
Game on lock, my flow won’t slip.
[Verse 2]
Pre-game vibes, I’m the storm they fear,
Crossovers tight, I’m the engineer.
BMW stolen, but my heart ain’t broke,
Harpies tried to flex, now they just a joke.
Hood pop, engine growl like a lion,
Dashboard lit, like the stars I’m defyin’.
Lane switch smooth, no foul, no whistle,
On the court, I’m the missile, sharper than a chisel.
Details
GeneratedAug 1, 2025
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
punchy hi-hats, rap, heavy 808s, gritty synth bass, male vocals
Credits
Prompt byMysticalArpeggio975
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A rap song for hyping up before a basketball game about my new bmw m4 that I stole from harpies gang, rap, male, studio
