Memphis Queen

[Intro] *(Sinister synth bass fades in, haunting 808s rattle, distant ad-libs echo)* [Verse 1] Diamonds drippin’ cold like the Tennessee snow, She got a .40 tucked where the fishnets show. Smoke in her lungs, cash rules everything she know, Red bottoms click on the devil’s road, hellcat slow. Snake charm queen, body lethal like a hex, Bankrolls thicker than the chains wrapped ’round her neck. Ruthless with the flex, no regrets, what’s next? Run up, get spun up—she don’t text, just checks. [Chorus] Bad bitch, Memphis lit, she the trap’s silhouette, Crimson lips, h******e, every step’s a threat. Stackin’ bodies, stacking paper, silhouette in jet, If you cross her, pray the reaper ain’t cashed your check yet. [Verse 2] Black Cadillac, tinted dreams, she don’t ride shotgun, Finger on the trigger, every word a hollow tip sermon. Gold grills snarl, “Money talks, bitch, I’m learnin’,” Her heart’s a ghost town, love’s a bridge she’s burnin’. Southside savage, got the block on lockdown, Drop a pin, she’ll slide, leave your pride face-down. Loyal to the soil, but she’ll vanish like a phantom, Queen of concrete, crown forged in the anthem. [Bridge] *(Whispered ad-libs, sirens wail in the distance)* “You ain’t heard? She the storm in the calm, Cross her name, meet the grave where the red roses dawn.” [Chorus] Bad bitch, Memphis lit, she the trap’s silhouette, Crimson lips, h******e, every step’s a threat. Stackin’ bodies, stacking paper, silhouette in jet, If you cross her, pray the reaper ain’t cashed your check yet. [Outro] *(B**t dissolves into eerie piano notes, fading footsteps echo into silence)*