Let It Drop Low

Intro

Low end comin' (uh)

Sub rollin' like a stampede (yuh, ayy)

Count it in — ready — let go

Verse

Step in, floor cave in, bass carve the air (skrrt)

Heavy like a verdict, heavy like a prayer (yeah)

Tongue-tied, slow-mo when the sub hits square (uh)

I move the crowd, move the crowd with a glare (move it)

Snapback, cold sweat, knuckles on the glass (grr)

Night moves fast, we sprint, never pass (no)

Stacks in my pocket, clock on attack (tick-tock)

Beat drop quick, make the speakers crack (boom)

I write with grit, rhythm like a machete (ch-ch)

Cut through the silence, make the room get sweaty (ayy)

Double-time breath, spit like a metronome (watch)

Bar after bar, I claim territory — home (home)

No mercy in the mix, watch the low end swallow (swallow)

Every step a stamp, concrete turn to hollow (stomp)

Neck deep in the groove, lungs fill with smoke (whoo)

Take the last word from the night and I choke (yah)

Rhymes like bullets, cadence like a whip (skrrt)

Fast lane living, grip tight on the ship (hold)

Chorus

Let it drop low, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor (let it)

Boom in your chest, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more (more)

Let it drop low, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor (uh)

Boom in your chest, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more (yeah)

Verse

Clock hands race, my words lace the void (race)

Every syllable a piston, never paranoid (no)

Switch lanes, swerve, carve the beat with a heist (skrrt)

Adrenaline pour, sugar-free and precise (ayy)

Grime in my grin, grin like I'm born for the clash (clash)

Fast-talking prophet, cheap suit, hard cash (count)

Mirror to the masses, mirror to the hype (look)

I hack the silence, flip the script, type type type (type)

Spit-clean verbs, stained with the city grit (grit)

Shadow of the past try to tug but I split (split)

No second guesses, only firsts and surge (firsts)

I ride every line till the drumlines merge (ride)

Chest cavity rumbles, windows wanting to fly (fly)

I sign the night with a slash and a cry (yah)

Bricks in my backpack, bricks in the beat (pack)

Step, hit, collect — move on, repeat (move)

Fast chatter, slick patterns, chrome on the tongue (chrome)

Bass like a prophet when the ritual's begun (uh-huh)

Grip on the throttle, stomp on the map (map)

Heat in the wires, spark go zap-zap (zap)

Low-end gospel, choir of street lamps (choir)

We stamp the moment, fold it up in our hands (fold)

Chorus

Let it drop low, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor, let it hit the floor (let it)

Boom in your chest, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more, make you beg for more (more)

Let it drop low, let it hit the floor, let it hit