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Genre: Memphis dark trap, Southern hip hop, hard 808s, cinematic piano, dramatic violin, Aggressive Memphis dark trap with fast triplet flow, heavy knocking 808s, eerie minor piano, and mournful violins

Intro
[Cinematic sound design: low sub rumble, distant thunder, slow ticking hats]
Haunting solo weeping violin
Whispered
Watch the screen...
Signal locked.
Turn the headlights off.
Cinematic riser swell
Heavy 808 slide drop

Verse 1
Aggressive Memphis cadence, crisp flow
Really keep cappin’, he just don't know
Got the location, we 'bout to slide through (Skrrt!)
Caught up that ping, it's already on you
Creepin' up close—turn the crew to a ghost (Ghost!)
Violin screamin', the motor run quiet
Step out the fog, start a two-minute riot (Two minutes!)
Phone on the dash with the blue dot glowin’
Window roll down and the cold wind blowin’ (Freezin’)

[Break: 808 cuts out, staccato violin accents]
Check out the angle, cut through the grass
Shadows don't talk when they shatter the glass

Beat Drop: 808 slides back in
Heavy artillery, slide with no traction
Run out of talk, we ain't waitin' on action (Never wait!)
Told you before that the signal don’t lie
Cross out the names as the seconds tick by
Nobody runnin’, nobody in sight
Left in the dark while we ownin' the night (Fade out!)

Hook
[High energy, dramatic violin tremolo, heavy 808 glides]
Drop on the GPS, locked in the zone (Locked in!)
No need to call, leave him dead by the phone (Brrrt!)
Told you he frontin’, we already close
One clean sweep make 'em vanish like ghost (Poof!)
Drop on the GPS, locked in the zone (Slide!)
All in his rearview, he all on his own (All alone!)
Reapin' the harvest and collectin' the score
Cinematic slide right up to the door

Verse 2
Memphis triplet flow, heavy bounce
Radar pingin’, target aced
No more words, the threat erased
Violin weep while the engine glide
Creep down the block on the passenger side
Look at his eyes, he real surprised
Lookin’ around where his partners hide
Ain't no backup, cut the wires
Tires screechin’ through the fires
Two-step drill with the Memphis swing
Heard that beep, that fatal ring
Pack it up clean, leave zero trace
Wipe that smirk right off his face

Outro
[Percussion cuts, solo weeping violin lingers]
Spoken, raspy low voice
Signal lost.
Fade to black.
Fade to silence
End