Intro – sliding 808s + reversed screams + glitch static] Bass Murdda (low, distorted): Same night… but the shadows got teeth tonight… SubSix: We don’t just cause trouble… we feed it… DizzyGirl (whispered, eerie): Come crawl with us… [Chorus – all three, aggressive drill-style bounce + screamed ad-libs] Mad money, fast cars, good weed in the lungs Same night, same ritual, but the demons just begun Puff, party, leave bodies where the streetlights run 808s so blown they sound like a loaded gun Horror in the trunk, drill in the blood We don’t sleep… we hunt [Verse 1 – Bass Murdda] Bass Murdda crawl out the dark with a trunk full of smoke Distorted 808s make the pavement choke Mad paper stacked next to the blades and the ropes Fast car blacked out, headlights like a noose Good weed in the blunt but the high feels cursed Same night every night, we make the city thirst Cause trouble that don’t wash off, leave a permanent stain Laugh while the bass makes the concrete rain [Verse 2 – SubSix] SubSix on the slide with the horrorcore flow Drill bars cut deep, make the weak ones fold Good weed burning slow while the body count grows Mad money in the glove, never check the road Fast cars, no plates, just the sound of the chase We party till the mirrors show a different face Same shit, darker version, night after night Bass so crushed it turns the streetlights white [Verse 3 – DizzyGirl] DizzyGirl step in with the nightmare grin Eyes like a void, let the chaos begin Good weed, mad cash, and a trunk full of sin These two my brothers in the blood we swim Fast cars cut corners like a blade through skin Same night, same hunger, we never give in Puff it till the shadows start talking back Cause trouble so deep it don’t leave a track [Bridge – half-spoken, half-screamed over sliding distorted 808s] Bass Murdda: Blow the speakers… break the night SubSix: Make the whole block… lose the fight DizzyGirl: Weed smoke… and a body in the light All: Same night… same shit… but darker… tighter [Final Chorus – heavier, more chaotic, layered screams] Mad money, fast cars, good weed in the lungs Same night, same ritual, but the demons just begun Puff, party, leave bodies where the streetlights run 808s so blown they sound like a loaded gun Horror in the trunk, drill in the blood We don’t sleep… we hunt (We don’t sleep… we hunt…) [Outro – fading sliding 808 + distant laughter + static] Bass Murdda: Another night… SubSix: Another hunt… DizzyGirl: Another body… All: Let’s crawl.
