Backseat in the Big D

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Backseat in the Big D
Stars on me
But my plate say Texas
Ride heavy
[Verse 1]
Slide through Oak Cliff
Chain cold, trunk warm
Got a stack in the console
Rubber bands on my arm
West Dallas, East Dallas
Whole city in the car
I don't talk about the ceiling
I just lean on it hard
Parking lot full of eyes
Still I move like a ghost
Every mile feel paid for
Every lane feel close
[Chorus]
I'm ridin' through Dallas, pockets on rally
Big body floatin' like the wheels don't tally
Bankroll talk, I don't do no braggin'
Every light green, that's the way we passin'
I'm ridin' through Dallas, everything heavy
Whole block know when the crew get ready
Money in my mind and my foot on the gas
If it ain't about a bag, then I'm drivin' right past (skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Southside, northside
Whole map in my phone
Got a call from my cousin
Say he one flip from a home
Every seat got a story
Every turn got game
Turn a lil' play to a fortune
Put respect on the name
Blue sky, wide road
I can feel it expand
Came up from the gravel
Now it's glass in my hand
[Chorus]
I'm ridin' through Dallas, pockets on rally
Big body floatin' like the wheels don't tally
Bankroll talk, I don't do no braggin'
Every light green, that's the way we passin'
I'm ridin' through Dallas, everything heavy
Whole block know when the crew get ready
Money in my mind and my foot on the gas
If it ain't about a bag, then I'm drivin' right past (yeah)

rap, Thunderous trap beat built around a snarling bass line and crisp hi-hats, slow-rolling at mid-tempo. Male vocals with a confident Southern drawl; hook stacks doubled vocals and subtle call-and-response ad-libs. Verses ride close-miked and gritty, sprinkled with atmospheric synth stabs; 808s swell in the chorus for a stadium-ready low-end. Quick filter sweeps and drops between sections to accent punchlines and flexes., hip hop