Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Devin in the lane, clean cut, cold glance
Bucket on the glass, make the whole gym stand
Brooks got that bark, all scratch, all edge
Talk too much trash, then he run from the ledge
One on the wing, one on the switch
One got grace, one got grit in the mix
Booker with the footwork, smooth like silk
Brooks with the elbows, whole room tilt
Crowd get loud when the score get tight
One man cool, one man wants that fight
I seen the stare down, I seen the grin
Every possession feel like a paper-thin skin
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it again
Who you want?
Booker got the touch
Brooks got the thorn
Say it again
Pick your side
One man wins with a look
One man wins by pride
[Chorus]
Booker, Booker
Cold in the clutch
Brooks, Brooks
Push, then rush
Booker, Booker
Give him that lane
Brooks, Brooks
Bring that heat again
[Verse 2]
Baseline steps, sneaker squeak, quick cut
Hands on hips, but the truth stay tucked
Booker got range, let it fall like rain
Brooks keep pressure, tryna get in your brain
Every foul like a bell, every stare like smoke
Every little word feel heavy on the throat
But the shot keep coming, and the clock keep moving
Who you got now? Whole crowd choosing
One got poise, one got bite
One make art, one make fight
Not every king need a crown to shine
Not every wolf gotta cross the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it again
Who you want?
Booker got the touch
Brooks got the thorn
Say it again
Pick your side
One man wins with a look
One man wins by pride
[Chorus]
Booker, Booker
Cold in the clutch
Brooks, Brooks
Push, then rush
Booker, Booker
Give him that lane
Brooks, Brooks
Bring that heat again
[Bridge]
Face to face
No place to hide
One clean shot
One hard slide
All that talk
Cuts both ways
When the fourth come down
Only buckets stay
[Chorus]
Booker, Booker
Cold in the clutch
Brooks, Brooks
Push, then rush
Booker, Booker
Give him that lane
Brooks, Brooks
Bring that heat again
Details
GeneratedJul 12, 2026
Duration2:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop with tense trap drums, sliding 808s, and a clipped head-nod swing; verse rides sparse bells and rubbery bass, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a rising synth curl, chorus hits with stacked gang shouts on the names. Dry close-mic lead, doubled last words, ad-lib pops in the pockets, reverse swells into each hook, bright and punchy mix with hard low-end punch., rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt bygmoney
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop Devin Booker Dillon brooks
