

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (Yeeeah!) Crank it up Turn it up Turn it up again (what!) [Chorus] We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole squad lit, we ain’t chillin’ (we ain’t chillin’) Got the pounds, got the kilos, we dealin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (how you feelin’?) We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole block jump, keep it realin’ From the trap to the club, we winnin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (okay!) [Verse 1] Came up off late-night flips White tee, gold on lips Phone jump, three plays, no skips Whole life one long risk Hustle in the rain, in the heat Same shoes, same street, same beef Turn crumbs to a feast, then feast Turn nothin’ to a king back seat I remember ramen, same pot, three spoons Now it’s five-star, big room, big views Back then, had to stash in my shoes Now they line up, pray they get blues Talk big work, boy, that’s my past Still got scars from movin’ that fast Mind on cash, never look back Whole team eat when I stack that stack (let’s go!) [Chorus] We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole squad lit, we ain’t chillin’ (we ain’t chillin’) Got the pounds, got the kilos, we dealin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (how you feelin’?) We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole block jump, keep it realin’ From the trap to the club, we winnin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (okay!) [Verse 2] From Bangkok lanes to the bay Same grind, just a whole new day Same hunger in the eyes, same play Get paid, put the whole fam away Street talk, I don’t do much cappin’ Turn one into two, that’s magic Turn two into ten, that’s habit I was built for the smoke, that static Lil homies wanna learn my math Show love, but I tell ‘em ‘bout the path ‘Bout late nights, close calls, close caskets ‘Bout prayin’ that the law don’t catch it Now it’s flights, big ice on the wrist Still remember that first lil’ lick Still remember when the bags got flipped Had to move quick, had to move slick (what!) [Chorus] We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole squad lit, we ain’t chillin’ (we ain’t chillin’) Got the pounds, got the kilos, we dealin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (how you feelin’?) We go too hard, to the ceilin’ (to the ceilin’) Whole block jump, keep it realin’ From the trap to the club, we winnin’ Got the bottles up high, how you feelin’? (yeah!)
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap club beat with heavy 808s and stuttering hi-hats, male vocals drenched in hype ad-libs. Short, barked phrases in the verses, call-and-response chant for the hook. Dark synth brass and plucked bells in the melody, with crowd vocals stacking the chorus to feel like a packed club going crazy., hip hop
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3/21/2026