Crashout Queen

[Intro]
Big bag, big scene
They call me crashout queen (yeah)
Wrong move, wrong team
You gon’ learn what that mean (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
I turn pressure into profit
Blew a bag, made it back, that’s a topic
Whole crew matchin’ in the cockpit
You just gossip, I just lock in and deposit
Chrome nails tap on the glass, that’s a warning
Stayed up hungry, now I’m feastin’ by the morning
You chasing comments, I’m collecting what I’m owed
Every L I ever took got melted into gold (facts)
[Chorus]
I’m a crashout queen, push it to the edge (to the edge)
Bet it on myself, double on the spread (on the spread)
Whole lotta scars, crown on my head
If I ever hit the wall, I run through instead
Crashout queen, pray you never cross that line
Heart made of steel, mind stay on grind
Crashout queen, wrote my name in the grime
If they wanna take a shot, they can wait in the line (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Big talk, tiny budget, I don’t feel that
You ain’t posted at the bank, where the real at?
I was sleepin’ on the floor, had to deal that
Now the rent paid yearly, they can’t kill that
I don’t argue on a screen, I collect receipts
You type essays, I be buyin’ out the seats
New plate, new place, new plane window seat
Whole life turned loud from a quiet little street (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m a crashout queen, push it to the edge (to the edge)
Bet it on myself, double on the spread (on the spread)
Whole lotta scars, crown on my head
If I ever hit the wall, I run through instead
Crashout queen, pray you never cross that line
Heart made of steel, mind stay on grind
Crashout queen, wrote my name in the grime
If they wanna take a shot, they can wait in the line (crashout)

rap, Aggressive trap-infused hip hop, heavy sub-bass and sharp hi-hats, swaggering midtempo bounce. Female vocals spitting tight, percussive flows in the verses; chorus explodes with chanty hook and layered doubles. Occasional pitchy background accents, ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field, drums hitting hard with brief filtered drops before each hook., hip hop