Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh
Top down, bass loud
We outside now
[Chorus]
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
Crank it to the floor, make the trunk do a show
All that low-end talk when we slide through slow
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
[Verse 1]
Palm sweat, black shades, my hand on the wheel
Bass hit first, then the whole thing feel
Chrome grin in the mirror, yeah, I know the deal
Every kick got a bite, every bounce got steel
Pack full of pressure, let it spill in the lane
Crowd ring wild when the hook come back again
Hats like sparks, real quick, real mean
We don’t need permission, we just lean
[Chorus]
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
Crank it to the floor, make the trunk do a show
All that low-end talk when we slide through slow
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, synth whine rises]
Hold that
Feel that
One more time, let it buck, let it snap
Hold that
Feel that
Whole room jump when the low end clap
[Chorus]
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
Crank it to the floor, make the trunk do a show
All that low-end talk when we slide through slow
Crank it to the floor, let it shake, let it go
Style
raphigh-octane west coast trap club anthemdistorted heavyweight 808s pounding beneath skittering hi-hatsa snarling g-funk synth leadand clipped male vocals that ride the pocket with sun-baked swagger and car-speaker ruin energyfunkwest coast trap
Prompt
high-octane West Coast Trap club banger, designed to rattle car speakers and club floors. It’s built on a distorted, heavy 808 foundation with skittering hi-hats and a G-Funk synth lead, male
Credits
Prompt by
DaddySmackemz
DaddySmackemzGeneratedApr 10, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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