(Intro – autotuned melody, raspy ad-libs)
Yeah…
Shine when I’m fallin’, still ballin’, uh…
Skyline drippin’ like a faucet… Weezy vibes, yeah…
(Verse 1 – Southern trap bounce flow)
I’m a codeine comet,
Drop fire every time like the bass got a bonnet.
Hustle in my veins, 808s in my profit,
Diamonds hit the light and they dance like a mosh pit.
Dirty south steppin’, boots kickin’ on the floor,
Rock strings screamin’ through the TrapHouse door.
Auto-tune glide but the voice still raw,
Raspy like the engine when it roar too far.
Mixin’ pop in the syrup, bounce beat in the cup,
Shorty think I’m magic how I keep her lifted up.
Money like a sermon how it make ’em stand up,
Yeah I’m lit like New Orleans when the Saints line up.
(Hook – catchy pop/rock trap melody)
I been ridin’ through the night,
With the stars on my chain lookin’ bright, yeah.
Got the fire in my lungs when I write,
Raspy voice, autotune takin’ flight.
Turn the beat up, this a riot—don’t stop it,
Bass knock hard like a rocket in the pocket.
Southern in my blood, that’s the logic,
Lil Wayne spirit every time I drop it.
(Verse 2 – faster gangsta rap flow)
I’m the Big Easy phantom,
Ghost ride the beat ’til the system can’t stand him.
Shots at the moon ’cause the world can’t command him,
Mind like a dragon—every thought do damage.
Trap talk, but I mix it with the pop tone,
Rock chords buzzin’ like a chainsaw ringtone.
Flex on the beat, make the whole club zone,
Swagger so sharp it could cut through bone.
Louisiana slang in the air when I speak,
Flow so slick like gumbo when it leak.
Heat so strong make the angels retreat,
I’m the storm in the bayou they pray won’t peak.
(Hook – big bounce energy)
I been ridin’ through the night,
With the stars on my chain lookin’ bright, yeah.
Got the fire in my lungs when I write,
Raspy voice, autotune takin’ flight.
Turn the beat up, this a riot—don’t stop it,
Bass knock hard like a rocket in the pocket.
Southern in my blood, that’s the logic,
Lil Wayne spirit every time I drop it.
(Outro – melodic autotune)
Floatin’ like a comet on the way to the throne,
Every line heavy like a carved-out stone.
Southern boy dreamin’ but I made it my own,
Yeah I’m up, but I did it on my own…
