wrightsgaming[Intro]
[Verse 1]
My bass in the trunk rattles chains, no disguise,
Subwoofers scream like thunder, tear the sky.
Runaway train vibes, pistons pumping pain,
Mafia code in the rhythm, bullets in the refrain.
Crown Vic swervin’, speakers blowin’ flames,
Concrete cracks where the low-end lays its claim.
Gangster scriptures carved in every 808,
Outlaw bassline—kingpin of the highway.
[Chorus]
Bass hits harder than a runaway train,
Trunk full of chaos, no brakes, just reign.
Mafia anthem, we ride with the grain,
Money, power, respect—pumped through the veins.
[Verse 2]
Gold grill whispers, shadowed by the smoke,
Blacked-out rims spin like a roulette spoke.
Sicilian samples mixed with Memphis grit,
Bassline’s a contract—sign it, you’re hit.
Every k**k drum’s a coffin nail in the game,
Treble cuts glass, snare snaps like a name.
Ride or die, let the sub frequencies preach,
Mafia don’t sleep—we thump in the streets.
[Bridge]
Outrun the law, let the decibels rise,
Underground royalty, bass is our vice.
No mercy in the melody, crime pays in sound,
When the trunk drops, the whole block’s down.
[Chorus]
Bass hits harder than a runaway train,
Trunk full of chaos, no brakes, just reign.
Mafia anthem, we ride with the grain,
Money, power, respect—pumped through the veins.
[Outro]