[Intro] (A supercharged V8 rumbles to life. Tires creep across cracked pavement. A lighter flick... deep inhale... purple smoke drifts through the cabin. The 808 drops like an earthquake.) (Deep, gravelly, slurred): Ain't no speed limits in Hell... motherfucker... Slow rides... hit harder... Ha... Roll another one... --- [Verse 1] Chrome on the Impala, black paint darker than sin, Purple smoke pouring out while the bass pulls me in. Windows halfway down, let the whole damn city breathe, Every block I roll through got demons nodding to the beat. One hand on the wheel, one hand holding that loud, I ain't saying shit, but I'm the coldest in the crowd. Hell's boulevard shining underneath the crimson sky, Everybody looking up when they hear my ride go by. I don't need a convoy, bitch, I cruise this road alone, Every mile another kingdom, every corner my home. The engine talking low, the exhaust singing deep, The whole damn underworld moving slow with me. (Ad-lib): Turn that shit up... FHUC IT! --- [Pre-Chorus] Feel that bass... That's my heartbeat. Feel that smoke... That's my victory. Slow enough to enjoy it... Heavy enough to shake eternity. --- [Chorus] Low & Loaded... rolling through the flames tonight. Purple smoke hanging heavy underneath the neon lights. Deep gravelly laughter while the subwoofers explode, Trap Lord of the Underworld... own every fuckin' road. I ain't chasing nobody... they all know where I'll be. One more blunt... one more lap... through eternity. Low & Loaded... let the whole damn skyline know. When the bass starts knocking... motherfucker, that's my soul. --- [Verse 2] Chrome reflecting lava like a mirror made of fire, Every speaker in the trunk got the flames climbing higher. Demons outside posted with a grin and a cup, Soon as I roll through the block, everybody turns it up. No stress on my shoulders, ain't got nowhere to race, Forever's in my pocket, shit, I'm winning every day. The dispensary's booming, the lounge still packed, Hell's Happy Hour jumping while the subs attack. Penthouse still waiting when I'm done with this ride, But tonight I'm watching Hell from the driver's side. Another blunt burning, another century gone, Still cruising like the night just barely started on. (Low chuckle): Goddamn... --- [Bridge] (The beat strips down to engine idle, vinyl crackle, and a chest-rattling sub-bass.) Hear that motor...? That's forever... idling. Hear those subs...? That's the ground... begging for mercy. I don't drive fast... I drive unforgettable. (Whisper) Roll another one... --- [Final Chorus] Low & Loaded... black chrome under blood-red skies. Purple smoke curling while another old empire dies. Trap Lord of the Underworld... laid back in the driver's seat. Every goddamn block I touch turns into another beat. High as fuck, windows down, let the whole damn city stare. Ain't another soul alive that can ride like this here. Turn the bass higher... let the pavement overload. FHUC IT! I'm Low & Loaded... and I own this road. --- [Outro] (The engine idles. The 808 fades into the distance. Tires roll away slowly.) (Deep, gravelly whisper): Keep watching those taillights... You'll never catch 'em... Another blunt... Another lap... Another eternity... (A slow laugh echoes as the engine disappears into the smoke.)
