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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
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration2:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, High-octane West Coast trap club anthem, distorted heavyweight 808s pounding beneath skittering hi-hats, a snarling G-funk synth lead, and clipped male vocals that ride the pocket with sun-baked swagger and car-speaker ruin energy, funk, west coast trap
Credits
Prompt by
Sir_Daddy_Smackemz
Sir_Daddy_SmackemzModelAria v5.5
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
