wrightsgaming[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Windows down, palm trees sway, neon lights ignite the pavement,
Lowriders bounce, bassline pounds, the city’s our enslavement.
Subwoofers crack the sky, Tupac vibes on rotation,
Gat tucked tight, chrome shine bright, this ain’t no staycation.
Vice City’s heartbeat thumps, streetwise dreams in motion,
Gold chains swing, Cypress sing, we own the ocean’s notion.
Cops flash lights, we dip right, leave ’em chasin’ vapor,
Gangster tales, midnight sails, the script’s ours to savor.
[Chorus]
Rollin’ deep where the heat can’t catch us,
Subwoofers bang, let the rhythm attack us.
Vice City nights, we the kings of the map,
Top down, sound loud—gangster rap.
[Verse 2]
Corner store, dime store, flick the ash out the window,
Homies ride shotgun, side-eye every silhouette in limbo.
Radio spits fire, Dre’s beats crack the frame,
Money stacks, no slack, we don’t play the game.
Tires screech, lyrics preach, the law’s just background noise,
Pink Flamingos glow, our engines d***n the void.
Six-string bassline, street signs blur to graffiti,
This ain’t life—it’s a movie, and we’re the ones who b**t it.
[Chorus]
Rollin’ deep where the heat can’t catch us,
Subwoofers bang, let the rhythm attack us.
Vice City nights, we the kings of the map,
Top down, sound loud—gangster rap.
[Bridge]
The city’s a mixtape, scratchin’ tracks on every block,
Fists to the sky, let the sirens mock the clock.
We’re ghosts in the smog, legends before the dawn,
One hand on the wheel, the other on the armrest yawn.
[Outro]
