

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Whole place jumpin' (woah) Hands up We lit like— [Chorus] Lit like this, can't fake that (yeah) Whole squad up, better shake that (shake that) Bass so dumb, make you hate that But you still drop low when it bang back (bang back) Lit like this, can't fake that Wrist on flash, let it rain back Talk that talk, we gon' take that Whole club turnt up when it bang back [Verse 1] Step in, smell like new cash Two-step smooth, let the beat splash Phone on red, I don't call back Too much drip, need a mop for the floor mats Shorty in the front with the wild hips Friends on the side doin' side kicks DJ run it back like a side quest Whole room goin' off on some live ish (yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Big moves, whole night, no breaks Vibe so strong make the floor shake Bottles in the air like a court case Everybody tryna get a short taste (uh) Left, right, swing with it Little bit of flex, put a ring in it Say it too loud, put a spin in it Every last hater gotta sit with it (sit down) [Bridge] Hands up high, let 'em stay there (stay) Drop that low, bring the wave here (wave) If you ain't lit, what you came for? If you ain't lit, what you came for? (huh) [Chorus]
Tags
rap, High-energy club trap banger with hard-hitting 808s, stuttering hi-hats, and bright synth leads. Male vocals, confident and playful. Verses ride a bouncy pocket with space for ad-libs; hook explodes with gang vocals and rising FX. Arrangement keeps a steady floor-ready groove, with a brief minimalist bridge before the final chorus drop., hip hop
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12/31/2025