Eric Johnson[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)*