Lyrics
[Intro]
West side
Ride up
Doors swing
Turn it up (turn it up)
[Verse 1]
Big face, blue strip, yeah, that’s lunch money
Whole block outside when we pop, dummy
Two phones, both ring, all I hear is "run it"
If it ain’t about the bag, I don’t hear nothin
Left lane, hard press, watch the dash climb
Bad lil’ thing in the back, throwin gang signs
City on my chain, on my back at the same time
Every move loud, even whispers got a bassline
[Chorus]
We on ten in the West, better hold that
Whole club go dumb when we roll back (roll back)
If it ain’t about bread, I don’t know that
Talk cheap, but the whip talk, "show that" (skrrt)
On ten in the West, let it all shake
Floor jump, car rock on the small brakes
Say you outside? We at your gate
On ten in the West, make the whole place quake
[Verse 2]
Backdoor slide with the wristband glow
Line wrapped ’round, they don’t even hit the door
All gas, no talk, we don’t pitch, we throw
Every play first down, what a risk we know
You ain’t built for the pace, get your rest on
I been up three days, gettin checks long
West boy, but my name in the next zone
Still posted on the same block I stepped on (yeah)
[Chorus]
We on ten in the West, better hold that
Whole club go dumb when we roll back (roll back)
If it ain’t about bread, I don’t know that
Talk cheap, but the whip talk, "show that" (skrrt)
On ten in the West, let it all shake
Floor jump, car rock on the small brakes
Say you outside? We at your gate
On ten in the West, make the whole place quake
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, synth line bends]
Lights low
Neck froze
Say you real
Let’s see, pose
Big flex, but the tab on me (on me)
Whole team up, that’s a balcony
West side raised, that’s the alchemy
Turn a long night out to a salary
[Chorus]
We on ten in the West, better hold that
Whole club go dumb when we roll back (roll back)
If it ain’t about bread, I don’t know that
Talk cheap, but the whip talk, "show that" (skrrt)
On ten in the West, let it all shake
Floor jump, car rock on the small brakes
Say you outside? We at your gate
On ten in the West, make the whole place quake (yeah)
Style
raphigh-octane west coast trap club bangermale vocals. distortedoverdriven 808s and snapping claps slam under rapid-fire hats; rubbery g-funk lead snakes around a gnarly saw bass. verses spit in a tightaggressive pocket; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and octave-doubled lead. short risers into each chorusdj tag dropsand a brief half-time switch in the bridge to make the low end feel colossal.funkwest coast trap
Prompt
high-octane West Coast Trap club banger, designed to rattle car speakers and club floors. It’s built on a distorted, heavy 808 foundation with skittering hi-hats and a G-Funk synth lead, male
Credits
Prompt by
DaddySmackemz
DaddySmackemzGeneratedApr 10, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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