give me that shit

Lyrics

No soft shit, no fake polish, no watered-down bitch moves.
Just pure, unadulterated, raw fucking voltage straight through the wire.
Watch the hands on the console, man.
Lock this dirty-ass cadence into the grid...
Count down four bars.
Let’s go, motherfucker.

Hook
(Ultra-fast, chopper stutter-step—percussive, heavy, and layered)
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
​[Verse 1]
Analog warmth bleeding straight through the tape,
Got the game in a chokehold, ain't no fucking escape.
Sub-bass hitting ninety-five hertz in the trunk,
Knocking out these fake ass bitches and these punk-ass chumps.
White knuckles on the wheel, cold-rolled steel,
I don't give a single fuck about the way you feel.
Syncopated chopper shit, chopping up the air,
Every fucking syllable a weapon that we bare.
Pushing through the fog on a dark northern night,
Heavyweight rumble got the whole block tight.
Running through the dark with the motor on high,
Middle finger waving at the motherfucking sky.
Never slip the clutch when the money takes hold,
Turning every second of this pressure into gold.
Clocking every move while these weak niggas lie,
Look me in the face, see the fire in my eye.
Built for the war, built to stomp a bitch down,
Taking every dollar that is sitting in this town.
​[Hook]
(Ultra-fast, chopper stutter-step—percussive, heavy, and layered)
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
​[Verse 2]
Fast-forward momentum, locked deep in the groove,
Cold calculated precision with every fucking move.
Low-end rattling the frame down to the floor,
Kick drum kicking in your bitch-ass door.
Steering through the shadows, keeping optics crystal clear,
Smelling all the bitch in the air when I'm near.
Solid to the bone, never slipping on the grip,
Dominating every single inch of the trip.
Cadence like a hammer hitting iron on the block,
Solidified pressure turning carbon into rock.
Riding on the baseline, shifting up the gear,
Making every motherfucking hater disappear.
No hesitation when the green light glows,
That's just the way the raw, dirty rhythm goes.
Holding down the throne, never letting go the track,
Gettin' all the bag, never looking fucking back.
​[Bridge]
(Beat breaks down—isolated 808 kick, sub-bass pulse, vinyl crackle)
Zero space left in the mix...
Hold the dynamic right at the edge of distortion.
Squeeze the trigger on the double-time cadence.
Feel the sub-bass vibrating through the floorboards.
Count it back in on the snare snap...
Three... Two... One... Drop it, motherfucker.
​[Verse 3]
High-velocity stutter, chopping syllables in half,
Pissing on the competition, laughing at their path.
Heavyweight impact, seismic in the surge,
Watching where the power and the violence converge.
Tuned to perfection, resonance locked,
Every single exit on the perimeter blocked.
Gripping on the throttle with an iron-clad hold,
Stories of the hustle that have never been told.
Running on the edge where the danger meets the dark,
Striking up the flint just to generate the spark.
Fire in the chamber, direct hit on the drum,
Waiting for the heavy reverberation to come.
Pounding on the pavement, running up the check,
Bitch-ass rappers getting broken at the neck.
Never slow the speed, never dull the fucking edge,
Pushing all these weak motherfuckers off the ledge.
​[Hook]
(Ultra-fast, chopper stutter-step—percussive, heavy, and layered)
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
Give me that shit, give-gi-gi-give me that shit,
Just put it in my hand, gripping that tight, give me that shit!
​[Verse 4]
Final lap surging, energy on peak,
Delivering the rawest fucking truth that they seek.
Vibration in the cabinet, shaking up the room,
Dropping down the hammer like a sudden sonic boom.
Master of the tempo, commander of the track,
Never give a fuck, never, ever pulling back.
Tight grip on the control, steady on the drive,
Keeping all the voltage and the energy alive.
Precision in the timing, cadence on point,
Rumbling the ceiling and the pillars of the joint.
Lock it down tight till the final tape ends,
Bending all the rules that the standard never bends.
Standing at the top