Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] East side TANA Black bandana Seat leaned back Hand on the hammer (yeah) [Verse 1] I’m an East side TANA Black bandana Slide through the block Whole hood on camera Dark blue Beemer Nickname Katrina 745 Eat lanes like dinner Push start Whole dash go glitter Stars in the roof I’m above y’all limits Gas so loud Make the whole car shiver Pedal to the floor Every doubt get slimmer [Chorus] I got a dark blue Beemer, I call her Katrina 745, can’t nothing stand in her way At night she look like trouble, look like danger See me passing Jupiter then Mars on the freeway I’m an East side TANA, black bandana Bout to hit the stars and I’m never gonna land, nah Dark blue Beemer, I call her Katrina 745, can’t nothing stand in her way [Verse 2] Neon on the dash But the mind more colder Whole life heavy But the chain sit bolder Cousin in the feds Said “ride like a soldier” So I floor it on the pain Let the miles roll over Quarter tank left Still swang that lane Engine talk back When it hear my name Shorty in the seat Eyes wide like flames Say she never seen space From a local lane (nah) [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting Southern trap/club beat at mid-tempo, booming 808s and crisp hi-hats. Dark, glossy synth bass with eerie pads under the verses; hook explodes with stacked male vocals, ad-libs, and a wide stereo lead. Occasional chopped vocal samples and filtered drop before the final chorus to make the hook feel even bigger.
Duration
2:02
Instrumental
No
Created
1/10/2026