[Intro](Siren sound FX, heavy distorted 808 pulse vibrates hard)Yeah.They talkin' crazy on the net?Tell 'em to pull up then.It's the baller and my baddi.DK... check the scoreboard, man.Let’s go.[Verse 1](Male lead rap - fast, aggressive, combative delivery)They talkin' that tough shit, look at 'em runnin' away when I step in the zoneYeah, I'm a heavyweight king on the pavement, I don't need a crown or a throneYou phonies are digital gangsters, you tweet out your threats from a burner accountI look at the data, I look at the commas, you can't even count the amountCamo the truck and we camo the car, we pull up and silence the roomOne wrong look from a hater, it's over, we instantly bringin' the doomDior on the socks, luxury swag, but I'm fresh from the mud and the blockWe stackin' the bodies of tracks in the studio, look at the hand on the clock[Verse 2](Female lead vocals - arrogant, dangerous, seductive delivery)They copy the style, they copy the face, but they never could stand where I standI'm a premium baddi, I run up the numbers, got everyone movin' on my commandYou checkin' my wrist, you checkin' the ice, you sick of the way that it shinesStep back from my man, he a natural baller, he clearin' your plate in the linesWe bad as they come now, untouchable wave, you stuck in the background and madWe pullin' up clean in the heavy machinery, look at the profit we had[Chorus](Fierce female lead with aggressive male triplet ad-libs underneath)Everywhere we go, everywhere we show, yeah, we get it litThey lookin' at the wave, tryin' to catch the vibe, but they can't mimic itDrippin' in the sauce, ready for the war, we could never quitYeah, we get it lit, yeah, we get it litBaller and my baddi ownin' itYeah, we ownin' it, look at 'em stiffen right up when the engine is revvin' outsideWe don't take no losses, we bypass the jealousy, nowhere for haters to hideFine dime on my side, she matchin' the energy, look at the way that she stepWe built this from nothing, no cosigns or favors, we keepin' our street-level repYeah, I been hot from the jump, a financial elite, you a regular cloneYou playin' with fire, you playin' with bosses, we lockin' you out of the zone[Bridge](Drums completely cut out - heavy sliding 808 bass tail and a menacing female whisper)You wanted the smoke?(Male: We gave 'em a masterclass)Now you look like a joke.(Male: Turn the lights out)No games, no compromise, we take the crown...(Heavy low-end build-up, 808 bass drops violently...)[Final Chorus](Full explosive production - female lead with rich, aggressive male vocal stacks)Everywhere we go, everywhere we show, yeah, we get it litThey lookin' at the wave, tryin' to catch the vibe, but they can't mimic itDrippin' in the sauce, ready for the war, we could never quitYeah, we get it lit, yeah, we get it litBaller and my baddi ownin' itBaller and my baddi.Yeah.DK.Game over, man.(Hard Cut to Total Silence)
