[INTRO — whispered vocals, distant club ambience] (Yeah, yeah) Uh… Whole place lit, whole crew outside. Don’t ask me twice, I already decided. (What? What?) Lil FooChu. No stress, no mess— No fucking problem. [SUB-BASS RISE — beat cuts for half a bar] [VERSE 1 — confident UK rap, tight rhythmic delivery] Walk in late, but the whole room turns, Blackout shades and the wristband burns. She said, “Who’s that?” — tell her, “Don’t concern,” I came for the night, let the whole thing burn. Phone on silent, I don’t do the drama, Too much talk, I ain’t calling your mama. Big bass knocking like a fist on the door, One more tune, everybody wants more. Fresh white kicks with the midnight fit, Whole team sharp, yeah, the whole gang lit. He talks big, but his whole act’s scripted, One little move and the whole thing shifted. I don’t chase clout, I don’t beg no favour, Got my own lane and I built my flavour. She wants answers, I said, “Not tonight,” DJ spins and the room goes white. Fuck your opinion, I’m good where I stand, One mic, one beat, got the place in my hands. No fake love, I can see that shit, Smile to my face, then you switch real quick. I learned real fast, never trust that grin, Doors swing wide when the bass kicks in. [PRE-CHORUS — half-time vocal, rising tension] Don’t kill my vibe, don’t kill my night, Red lights flash and the bass hits right. You got a problem? That’s all on you, I got one life, got shit to do. (Yeah, yeah) Three, two, one— Let it go! [CHORUS — huge bass drop, catchy melodic rap] No problem, no problem, Whole club jumping, we don’t solve ’em. Talk that shit, I don’t get involved, Hands in the air when the bassline drops. No problem, no problem, Too much smoke and the lights stay glowing. You want my time? Better keep shit honest, I walk right out like, “Bitch, no problem!” No problem! (Hey!) No problem! (What?) Whole damn room going off on the one. No problem! (Hey!) No problem! (Yeah!) Fuck that stress, we ain’t stopping for none. [POST-CHORUS — chopped vocal ad-libs] No-no-no problem— (Problem, problem) Big bass, big bounce— (Shut it down) No-no-no problem— (Yeah, yeah) Whole place goes— BOOM! [VERSE 2 — faster double-time flow] Look, I don’t need no invite, I’m already in, Too much bass, let the whole floor spin. Everybody got a story, everybody got a spin, But I know who’s real when the lights go dim. One for the crew and two for the night, Three missed calls, I’m ignoring the hype. Four more steps and we’re back in the light, Five-star mood but the fit’s all black. I don’t do maybe, I don’t do “wait,” If it’s all fake, then I’m leaving that place. Big talk online, then they look away, Funny how the loud ones got nothing to say. She got style and a dangerous grin, Says she’s trouble, I say, “Where do I sign?” We don’t need labels, don’t need no ring, Just one good tune and a dangerous swing. I said, “Hold up, let the bassline breathe,” Then the kick comes back like a punch through the beat. Tiny little shimmer when the synth goes high, So low in the mix that it passes you by. No cheap tricks, let the rhythm do work, 808 growl make the whole floor jerk. I’m in my zone, don’t ruin the scene, Black leather jacket and a flash of green. Too damn focused, too hard to distract, Say what you want, I ain’t changing the track. [BEAT SWITCH — darker bass, sharper drums] [VERSE 3 — cheeky, aggressive, clipped delivery] Oi! Who said what? I don’t care, mate. Whole crew deep and we still won’t wait. Don’t act tough for a clip on your page, Real life different when you step off stage. Fuck all the gossip, I’m done with the chatter, They want a reaction, I give ’em no answer. New tune dropping, the old one battered, Kick hits hard and the glasses all clatter. I like big drums and a nasty bass, One little smirk with a straight-ass face. No fake flex, no borrowed chain, Made this sound, now they know the name. She said, “You’re rude,” I said, “Maybe a bit,” Then the snare comes back and she moves to it. No hard feelings, don’t take it too deep, I came for the night, not a promise to keep. If you came with drama, go take that outside, We got no space for your ego tonight. One more round of the hook, one more drop, DJ, don’t you dare let the whole thing stop! [PRE-CHORUS 2 — rising vocal layers] Don’t kill my vibe, don’t kill my night, Red lights flash and the bass hits right. You got a problem? That’s all on you, I got one life, got shit to do. (What? What?) Three, two, one— LET IT GO! [CHORUS 2 — harder drums, layered vocals] No problem, no problem, Whole club jumping, we don’t solve ’em. Talk that shit, I don’t get involved, Hands in the air when the bassline drops. No problem, no problem, Too much smoke and the lights stay glowing. You want my time? Better keep shit honest, I walk right out like, “Bitch, no problem!” No problem! (Hey!) No problem! (What?) Whole damn r
