[Intro] [cowbell] [808] Don’t talk Let it knock Short file Loud file Night in a fist [Verse 1] Cowbell clock, Memphis dust in the engine Distorted low end making the lane I live in Slide on the low, roll on the hat Minor loop cheap and it still hit fat I don’t rap pretty — I rap while I drive Throw the bar like I don’t need a mix If the clip don’t jump then the record don’t exist If the bell don’t knock, keep scrolling past [Pre] How’d you make it? Messy. Why’d you make it? On purpose. No proof in the words Listen to the room [Hook] Don’t need a story if the trunk got proof Soft in the hook, steel in the booth Cowbell clock, let it ring 808 shake everything Messy on purpose Built for speed, not class If it don’t hit, let it pass Night in a fist [Post] Ring-ring Let the low end talk Let it knock Just proof [Verse 2] Black glass rolling, red in the dash Bass in the floorboard, foot on the gas Hats like sparks, snare sits back Whole thing dirty with a clean-cut smack I spend like the beat already did Crowd eat the rest, I don’t clean the lid No polish, all pressure Make it loud, make it wrong Trunk stay quiet? Record’s gone [Bridge] Kill the drums Let the bell breathe One Two Three Bass drops underneath Clock don’t sleep Crowd eat the rest Now bring it back messy [Final Hook] Don’t need a story if the trunk got proof Soft in the hook, steel in the booth Cowbell clock, hear that knock Left lane sliding, midnight black Messy on purpose Night in a fist If it don’t hit, let it pass Built for speed, not class PROOF ON PURPOSE [Outro] [cowbell] Tick [808] Knock No story Proof.
