DRANK

[Intro- Slow, filtered synth pads. Deep, atmospheric bass pulsing. Sounds of ice clinking in a glass.]
Yeah...
(Yo, Ecstasy...)
(It’s that time again.)
You know when the lights go low, the energy goes up.
[Beat drops: Heavy 808s, crisp trap snares, and a melodic high-pitched vocal sample]

[Verse 1]
Look, I just touched down, 305, it’s a lifestyle
Penthouse view, yeah, the vision looking right now
I’m on that purple colored rain, Prince vibes in the glass
I don't check the bill, I just let the moments pass
Got a cute mami from the Philippines, she speaks a bit of English
But she understands the flex, and she knows I’m distinguished
I’m sippin' slow, movin' fast, that’s a paradox
Jewelry cold, call it frostbite, 
I don’t wear the watch to tell the time—I tell the time when I walk in,
The whole room goes quiet when the bosses start talkin'
Yeah.

[Chorus- High energy, melodic, layered harmonies]
Keep it pourin' 'til the sun comes up (Yeah, yeah)
I got that DRANK in my cup, and I’m never givin' up
I’m feelin' like a boss, diamonds drippin' like water
See the baddest in the club? Yeah, you know I already got her
Another round, another flight, another city
Got the bottles on the way and the girls lookin' pretty
Yeah, we livin' for the night, let the bass just break
Hands in the air while we sippin' on that DRANK!

[Verse 2- Rhythmic, melodic rap-singing style]
Move your body to the rhythm of the 808
I’m the king of this, baby, check the resume
I see you lookin' at the table, see the Ace of Spades
I’m a heavy hitter, girl, I never play it safe
Touchdown, spin around, now she on me
She said she love the way the velvet feel, she lonely
But I got a VIP full of tens, it’s a movie
Smokin' on the finest, feelin' groovy, yeah
From the "No Guidance" to the "Loyal" days
I’m still the one that set the club ablaze!

[Bridge- Music strips back to just the bass and a snapping finger]
One sip for the haters, they can’t see us.
Two sips for the ladies who wanna be with us.
Three sips for the lifestyle, we never fold.
Four sips for the stories that’ll never be told.
[Beat builds up rapidly with a rolling snare]
YEAH! WE ON!

[Chorus] (x2)

Keep it pourin' 'til the sun comes up (Yeah, yeah)
I got that DRANK in my cup, and I’m never givin' up
I’m feelin' like a boss, diamonds drippin' like water
See the baddest in the club? Yeah, you know I already got her
Another round, another flight, another city
Got the bottles on the way and the girls lookin' pretty
Yeah, we livin' for the night, let the bass just break
Hands in the air while we sippin' on that DRANK!

[Outro- Music fades into a lo-fi, chopped and screwed version of the chorus]
Yeah...
Just keep it tilted.
Mr. Ecstasy.. (the greatest)
We don't ever run out.
You know the vibes.
[Sound of a glass setting down]

808, trap, hip hop, snares, rap, low raspy vocals, male, vocal chops, reverberated Pads