[VERSE 1 – Male, fast aggressive Memphis double-time flow, tight pockets, rapid internal rhymes] O’Dank pre-roll stank, fresh out the bank, Grabbed a whole bag and a bottle of drank. Scale on the table, heat on the side, Foreigns in the driveway, your girl just lied. Killed your pride when she hopped in my ride, Dope game raised me, fame just a side. Wrist full of ice, neck the same weight, Baby blues hittin’ like I hit your main. Memphis bar flames, Three 6 in the veins, Still keep the chop for the drop, money gains. Rollin’ wood grain, any bag my bag, Molly whoop a sad nig uh, no rules, you lag. Came from the mud, now I’m floatin’ on top, Drippin’ so cold these nig uhs can’t stop. [CHORUS – Female, baddie phonk vocal: sultry, aggressive, rhythmic, attitude-heavy, seductive but mean] [Soft but nasty, close-mic, slight rasp, phonk bounce cadence] Foreigns outside, ice on my skin… You want this body, but you can’t get in… [Sharp, teasing delivery] Came from the dope, now we live in sin… Ballin’ all night, only real ones get in… [Harder, more attitude on the second pass] Foreigns outside, ice on my skin… You want this body, but you can’t get in… [Layered baddie ad-libs: “nah… can’t get in… mmm”] [VERSE 2 – Male, even faster, sharper, denser bars, rapid-fire] Used to flip packs in the back of the lot, Now the foreigns park sideways, still stayin’ hot. Dope game taught me never trust a face, Fame got me hotter than the stove in this place. Watch cost a house, chain cost a life, Still got that edge, still that Memphis knife. Bad bitch in the passenger, legs open wide, Foreign on the freeway, we ridin’ for pride. Drippin’ so hard these nig uhs can’t stand, Look at the wrist, look at the chain, look at the land. From the trap to the top I never looked back, Now the whole city know I’m that nig uh, in fact. Molly in the system, wood grain in the whip, Any bag my bag, watch a soft nig uh slip. [CHORUS – Female, same baddie phonk energy, more layered and aggressive] Foreigns outside, ice on my skin… You want this body, but you can’t get in… [Harder delivery, more attitude] Came from the dope, now we live in sin… Ballin’ all night, only real ones get in… [Extended nasty ad-libs: “can’t get in… nah… body talkin’”] [BRIDGE – Male cold + Female baddie teasing] (Male, low and slow) Came from the dope game… (Female, sultry and mean) …to the dope fame… (Male) Now we ballin’… (Female, dirty and rhythmic) …and this body drippin’… (Both, female leading with attitude) Foreigns on the lot, ice on the frame… We made it out the mud, now they scream the name. [FINAL CHORUS – Female full baddie phonk mode, catchy and aggressive] [Start soft and nasty, then open with more attitude] Foreigns outside, ice on my skin… [Sharp run with attitude] You want this body, but you can’t get in… [Bigger layered belts, meaner] Came from the dope, now we live in sin… Ballin’ all night, only real ones get in… [Final hard ad-libs: “nah… can’t get in… body talkin’… yeah”] [OUTRO – beat strips to eerie piano + heavy 808 pulse] (Male, dry and final) Yeah… foreigns still parked… Body still talkin’… Dope game to dope fame… That’s the only way. [Beat dies on a long dark 808 tail]
