Zella Hits Bombs

Intro

Uh, uh, hey—skrrt, skrrt

Zella on the field, yeah, you already know (yuh)

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (let's go)

Verse

Coach said 'eye on the ball,' she said 'watch the scorecard'

Bat like a wand, she turnin' leather into art, hard (wham)

Stadium hush when she steps in the box, charged

Opposite field or into the gap, scoreboard enlarged (ayy)

Tape-measure, sky-line, homers with a surname

Every swing a headline, every base got her name

Crowd doin' math on the distance, they can't tame

Launch angle poetry, physics can't explain the flame (whoo)

Cleats dig in, wind picks up, she rides it like a wave

Curveball tryin' to slide, but she don't play behave

Hands quiet, eyes loud, she readin' the pitch brave

Clutch gene inherited, MVP in the grave (na-na)

Pop the wrist, then the crack, sound like thunder clap

Ump blink, hat tilt back, opponents feel that slap

She run the bases like a season of highlight maps

Slide home, spikes up, safe call, crowd snap (uh-huh)

Money in her mitt, but her currency is runs

Diamond queen, ten toes, under sun or under guns (yuh)

They call for a miracle, she dealin' in outcomes

Every at-bat a sermon — she preach with the bat and tongue (skrrt)

Chorus

Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs (hey)

Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs (let's go)

Verse

Base paths like highways, she traffic control (ayy)

Opposing pitchers nervous, they losin' their role

Change-up, heater, slider — she catalog the whole scroll

Then she fold 'em into one tack, send it past the goal (ka-click)

Bat speed like lightning, wrist snap like a whip

She orbit the park, leave cleat prints on the trip

Fans chant her cadence, cadence clap and then they lip

Every inning a thriller, every line drive a script (uh)

Under pressure she grins, she like diamonds in heat

Closer with the glove, but her power bringin' the beat

First base to home, she sprint like a heartbeat (nope)

Left field to right, opponent's field can't compete

Sponsor tag on the jersey, but the pride is on loan

She play for the name on the front, not the lights or the phone

Kids in the stands mimic the stance, they throw stones

Try to knock her down but she build monuments from bones (whoa)

Pop-up to moonshot, scoreboard write a new tone

Media try to package, but she break every known zone

She got hustle in the seams and a calm in the zone

Pressure make her sharper, like chrome, like cologne (ayy)

Chorus

Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs (hey)

Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs, Zella hits bombs (let's go)

Bridge

They ask how she do it, she shrug, say "I show up"

Study every pitch, every moment, every matchup (show up)

Mama said focus, papa said trust your gut

She lace up, face up, never fold, never cut (yah)

(oh-oh) Hit it out, hit it out