

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] NY to the Chi We outside Whole squad live (yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Touch down, runway glowin' Car door swing, whole block start knowin' Big step, big flex, big rollie frozen Bad one ride, both wrist all golden Backroom deal, that talk stay quiet Money in the safe, my lawyer go buy it Came from a couch and a cracked screen diet Now it’s penthouse views, too high for a pilot [Chorus] Bitches and bottles City on throttle New York to Chicago We pop, they follow Bitches and bottles Fast lane, full throttle Say my name, that’s a lotto We up, they hollow (yeah) [Verse 2] Side door slip, that line too long Club owner greet, that “my boy” strong Section so lit, whole night feel wrong Shorty in the cut tryna learn my song Big bills, big bags on the table Her friend want a pic, wrist all label She blowin’ up my phone, talkin’ ’bout “we stable” I just send a plane, if she bad, if I’m able (skrrt) [Chorus] Bitches and bottles City on throttle New York to Chicago We pop, they follow Bitches and bottles Fast lane, full throttle Say my name, that’s a lotto We up, they hollow (hollow) [Bridge] Windy night, east side Skyline drip, both sides If you ridin', then ride If you slide, then slide (slide) [Chorus] Bitches and bottles City on throttle New York to Chicago We pop, they follow Bitches and bottles Fast lane, full throttle Say my name, that’s a lotto We up, they hollow (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark trap club banger with male vocals, booming sub-bass and skittering hi-hats; verses tight and aggressive over sparse keys and eerie vocal chops, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and booming 808 drops, ad-libs peppered throughout, arrangement keeps space for punchy rap delivery and crowd chant moments, hip hop
2:24
No
2/20/2026