[Intro – Male, low cold delivery] Yeah… Lights off… Engine on… Let’s get it [Verse 1 – Male, hard trap flow] Blacked-out coupe, no plates, no conversation Trunk full of problems, glovebox hold the preparation They talk about numbers, I live in the calculation One wrong look and it’s funeral confirmation Chain hang heavy, wrist freeze the whole section She ride for the bag, I ride for the collection Ain’t no debate, ain’t no second opinion I move in silence, leave bodies as the decision (Ad-libs: Yeah… hard… don’t play…) [Chorus – Female, heavy harmony, stacked] You want the smoke, better watch how you move I don’t play soft, I don’t give second views Street trap shit, no love, no excuses Cross that line and it’s over, no truces You want the smoke… you want the smoke… Better choose (Ad-libs: Yeah… watch it… better choose…) [Verse 2 – Male, harder, colder] Came from the bottom with nothin’ but a mission Now every move calculated with precision They still playin’ checkers, I’m already in position Opps countin’ days, I’m countin’ the ignition Foreign on the highway, speed limit ignored Drip so cold it leave the room on the floor No handouts, no favors, no second chances I built this empire with dirty hands and advances (Ad-libs: Straight up… no favors… yeah…) [Chorus – Female, heavy harmony, stacked] You want the smoke, better watch how you move I don’t play soft, I don’t give second views Street trap shit, no love, no excuses Cross that line and it’s over, no truces You want the smoke… you want the smoke… Better choose (Ad-libs: Yeah… watch it… better choose…) [Verse 3 – Male, aggressive, max energy] Lay low in the cut till the timing feel perfect Then I hit the block like a silent verdict Every bar a warning, every line a threat I don’t do warnings twice, I just collect the debt Pockets stay fat, conscience stay clear They pray for my downfall, I just switch gears From the trench to the top, never needed a mentor Now the whole city answer when I enter (Ad-libs: Let’s go… collect… yeah…) [Bridge – Male, dark and cold] Temperature drop when I step in the building Opps start shrinking, walls start tilting One phone call and the problem get handled I don’t do talk… I do damage (Ad-libs: Damage… handled…) [Final Chorus / Outro – Female heavy harmony + Male ad-libs] You want the smoke, better watch how you move I don’t play soft, I don’t give second views Street trap shit, no love, no excuses Cross that line and it’s over, no truces You want the smoke… you want the smoke… Better choose (Male ad-libs under: We run it… don’t test it… yeah…)
