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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull up slow, let it crawl
Candy paint shine, ten feet tall
You step out clean, I seen that sway
Whole lotta pressure in the way you break
I like to see that booty
Make them jeans look moody
Rims bounce when you move by
Got the whole lot staring, can't lie
Big rims chewing up the lane
Bass in the trunk, make the mirror shake
I don't talk much, I just point and grin
When you hit that walk, I want that again
[Pre-Chorus]
Do it by the pound
Make that frame go round
Big dealing with the ounce
When you turn, I don't bounce
[Chorus]
I like to see that booty
(I like to see that booty)
Rims bounce, rims bounce
(Rims bounce, rims bounce)
Do it by the pound
Do it by the pound
Big dealing with the ounce
Big dealing with the ounce
[Verse 2]
Gas on the pedal, dirt on the tire
You got that swing that I admire
Tight on the waist, bold in the stride
When you step in time, whole room get loud
Money talk, but you don't need a lot
You the kind of pretty that the whole town watch
She shake that walk, I shake my head
That kind of motion leave a man all red
From the porch to the parking lot
You make the whole block heat up hot
I keep a grin, you keep the pose
One little glance and the window rolls
[Pre-Chorus]
Do it by the pound
Make that frame go round
Big dealing with the ounce
When you turn, I don't bounce
[Chorus]
I like to see that booty
(I like to see that booty)
Rims bounce, rims bounce
(Rims bounce, rims bounce)
Do it by the pound
Do it by the pound
Big dealing with the ounce
Big dealing with the ounce
[Bridge]
Slow it down, let it hit that drop
One more turn and the whole thing pops
Hands in the air when you pass that by
Rim after rim like a Sunday drive
[Final Chorus]
I like to see that booty
(I like to see that booty)
Rims bounce, rims bounce
(Rims bounce, rims bounce)
Do it by the pound
Do it by the pound
Big dealing with the ounce
Big dealing with the ounce
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern rap with a heavy trunk-rattle groove, swung hi-hats, booming kicks, and a chopped brass loop; verse rides sparse drums and rubbery bass, pre-chorus tightens with snare rolls and a filtered chant, chorus lands with gang vocal repeats and a call-and-response hook. Close-mic confident lead with ad-lib stacks, delay throws on punch lines, tire-squeal risers, rim-click sparkle, and a bright punchy mix built for car speakers., rap
Credits
Prompt byDiscoDrop950
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Can you help me write a Southern rap song about how I like to see that booty, and those rims bouncewe do it by the pound, big dealing with the ounce
