Chipmunk Ballad Trap Twist

[Intro] *(High-pitched chipmunk ad-libs over a booming trap b**t, fading into a soulful Drake-style piano riff)* [Verse 1] Yeah, late nights countin’ stacks, got the cheese like Alvin, Heart cold, but these flows stay thawin’, I’ma keep ballin’, Glo on the track, got the hood askin’, “Who dem?” Six God blessings, no stressin’, we just vibin’ and flexin’, Pitch up the voice, but the bars stay heavyweight, Drizzy tears in the rain, still drownin’ in the hate, Tennessee twang, Glo bang, chipmunks singin’ in cursive, Money talks, but my nuts chatter—call it reverse logic. [Chorus] Squeak-squeak to the b**t, but I’m still spittin’ that grief, Drake tears in the verses, Glo grit in the teeth, Chipmunk choir on the hook, yeah, we blendin’ it neat, From the trap to the treehouse, every line’s a repeat! [Verse 2] They tried to box me in, but I’m jumpin’ like Simon, Glo’s champagne in the cup, Drizzy’s wine for the sippin’, High notes, low blows, karma comes with a receipt, Cheeks stuffed with dividends, ain’t no snackin’ on weak, Toronto to Memphis, this flow’s a GPS, Chipmunks harmonizin’ while I stomp on the stress, Loyalty’s a myth, but my crew’s Everest, Play the track back—speed it up, still fresh to death. [Bridge] (Whispered Drake-esque melody) “Sometimes the crown weighs heavy, but the pitch keeps me light, Alvin’s nuts to the floor, Glo’s diamonds cuttin’ the night, If you hear the squeak, know the pain’s buried deep, A ballad for the trap, where the monsters don’t sleep.” [Outro] *(B**t drops into chipmunk giggles and a fading trap bassline, blending into distant piano notes)*