[INTRO — FILTERED VOICE, ENGINE REVVING] Yeah… FooChu! Whole city wide awake. 808, let that shit break. No brakes. No brakes. LET’S GO! [HOOK — CATCHY, MELODIC BUT AGGRESSIVE] No brakes, no sleep, whole squad outside, Black truck, red lights, got the bass on five. Talk that shit online, face-to-face go quiet, Whole room shake when the beat gets violent. No brakes, no sleep, we don’t move the same, Big bass, cold stare, put respect on the name. Fuck fake love, I ain’t playing them games, If they came for the crown, tell ’em get in the race! [VERSE 1 — BOUNCY, SHARP FLOW] Walk in, boots hit, everybody look, New wave, no page, I ain’t following the book. Big talk, cheap shots, all you do is type, I’m the reason that the DJ gotta run it back twice. Too slick, too quick, got a mouth full of fire, 808 hit hard, take the roof up higher. They all want smoke till the whole room’s live, Then they switch that energy and they act real shy. I don’t need your cosign, I don’t need your praise, Built this whole sound from a thousand different days. You can talk your shit, you can throw your shade, But you can’t steal the work that I put in every day. Click-clack rhythm, let the hi-hats scatter, Whole crowd jump when the bassline shatters. One shot hook, make the whole place answer, FooChu in the building — what’s the fucking matter? [PRE-HOOK — BEAT STRIPS BACK] Hold up… Wait for the drop. Three, two, one… MAKE THAT SHIT KNOCK! [HOOK — FULL 808 DROP] No brakes, no sleep, whole squad outside, Black truck, red lights, got the bass on five. Talk that shit online, face-to-face go quiet, Whole room shake when the beat gets violent. No brakes, no sleep, we don’t move the same, Big bass, cold stare, put respect on the name. Fuck fake love, I ain’t playing them games, If they came for the crown, tell ’em get in the race! [VERSE 2 — FAST DOUBLE-TIME] Run it up, run it back, let the whole beat crack, Got a sharp-ass flow with a heavyweight track. Too many copycats, everybody sound cloned, I came with a style that can stand on its own. Texas in the bass, whole world in the vision, Every bar tight, every line precision. No cheap gimmicks, no fake-ass image, If the beat goes dead, I’ma bring back the ignition. I’m too locked in, can’t break my focus, Big bad bass and the whole room notices. They throw dirt, I turn that shit into motion, One hook deep and the crowd starts quoting. Fuck what they say, I’ma do my thing, No rented crown, no borrowed name. From a small-screen clip to a whole damn stage, One beat switch and I set that place ablaze! [BEAT SWITCH — HALF-TIME, DISTORTED BASS] WAIT! Kill the drums. Let it breathe. FooChu… Bring that shit BACK! [FINAL HOOK — CROWD VOCALS, DOUBLE LAYER] NO BRAKES! (NO BRAKES!) NO SLEEP! (NO SLEEP!) WHOLE DAMN ROOM GOT THE BASS ON REPEAT! NO BRAKES! (NO BRAKES!) ALL GAS! (ALL GAS!) PLAY THAT SHIT BACK, MAKE THE WHOLE CLUB SNAP! No brakes, no sleep, whole squad outside, Black truck, red lights, got the bass on five. Fuck fake love, I ain’t playing them games, LIL FOOCHU — REMEMBER THE NAME! [OUTRO — DISTORTED VOICE] Run that shit back. No brakes. FooChu. [ENGINE REV + HARD BASS STOP]
