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Smooth Talker

The track opens with airy pads and subtle textures, then slams into heavy metalcore distorted guitars layered above deep, distorted bass and punchy 808 beats. Sparse hi-hats set a trap-inspired groove. Glitchy vocal chops accent transitions. Rap verses flow atop swinging chillstep rhythms, erupting into dark dubstep drops with aggressive growling synths, tight kicks, and percussive breakdowns for maximum intensity.

✨Audin✨·7:29

Lyrics



[Verse]
I was made for this
Kid with a strange name
Slid in a gray Benz
Eyes on my side, shit
I don't play that
Peep it with the bright lens
Go on a slight bend
Come back to write sins
Fill the papers
Fill the papers
With the black pen
Don't fuck with capers
Don't fuck with capers
Or no mad men
Doom in the closet
With the mask on
Swoop on your noggin
In the night
Put the latch on
Doom on the noggin
With the hat on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night
I put the latch on
Doom on my noggin
With the mask on
Swoop through the night

[Verse]
No roof and no wipers
Black like the suits and the ciphers
Raps and the truth, no typers
Outkast with the woofers, outsiders
Drums, it ain't where you from, but who your kin
Same place with my pa, seen him hustlin'
Cash and they straight from the playpen
Damn, but he ain't never had no papers
Hands, they got wet, we made vapors
Hittin' through the wind like the taper
Pass, but they stuck in my past, it's
Good, we ain't had no mask
Gettin' back, though
Everything factual, put it in capital
I don't take capital
Harder than Capricorn, how did you cap it off?
I'm gettin' hot and you ain't got no apples on
I'm 'bout to take a different kind of catalogue
Raps on the catalogs, I got the battle bars
I do it big, no capsule on
Some n***as ain't got no decathalon
He ain't gotta rhyme, but the Cap is strong
I ain't even gotta rhyme, I'm Cap
They ain't wanna put the heat in their hats
She ain't wanna know where the money at
Know it be lit when it's fully packed
Told 'em don't speak if it isn't facts
Rappin' to the beat, but it isn't rap
Happy that I came with the pen attached
They don't wanna see me gettin' back
Used to be nothin', but now I can live with that
She ain't wanna fuck me, but now she can live with that
I ain't gotta tell her to give me back
Gotta stop smellin' my flowers, man
Gettin' to my plans
Hunnid grand, don't need a hunnid bands
Gettin' green, don't need a hunnid fans
I know she ain't want me 'cause of who I am
I told 'em no roof and no wipers
Black like the suits and the ciphers
Raps and the truth, no typers
Outkast with the woofers, outsiders
Drums, it ain't where you from, but who your kin
Same place with my pa, seen him hustlin'
Cash and they straight from the playpen
Damn,

[Verse]
Twenty-five eight, they don't sleep
Bitch, I'm runnin' this city, no cleats (Yeah)
I got ice in my veins, no crease (Yeah)
I need a Mr. Clean on my feet (Yeah)
Got the juice, bitch, I got the juice
It's the wave, we got no caboose
Ain't got nothin' to lose, ain't got nothin' to prove
They just gettin' the loop, bitch, I'm chasin' the loot
One, two, three, four, tell 'em what you need
I ain't doin' it for free, gotta pay the fee
Big ass drip on my coat (Brr)
Big ass chain on my throat (Ooh)
All these fake ass friends (Woo)
Make it hard to pretend (Yeah)
Might spend the night at the store
I could turn a thousand to four
I could turn a thousand to four
One, two, three, four, yeah

[Chorus]
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip

[Verse]
Turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much
Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much
Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough,

[Verse]
Whoa, slow it down, baby
In that '09 Mercedes, goin' 90 in a 50
With your lil' baddie riding with me
While you thinkin' that she miss me, she just want a little quickie
Wipe the evidence up with a little wet wipe
Got her so excited that she leaked a little on the leather seats
Let it leak, what it is to me? It don't mean a thing
My Mercedes smell like sex, weed, and a pound of cherries
Keep it movin', babe, I ain't got time for no anniversary
So high, I can fly, no wings, baby, on me
But I got you on my line, ring, ring, baby, on me
When you try to hit me up, no ping, baby, on me
That's how it's gon' be when you mess with a player like me, ah
I can get it, baby, if you let me
I ain't seen no type of weather that could wet me
So wet that it's gettin' a little heavy
Girl, slow it down, wait a minute, I just met you
I ain't met a girl yet that could stress me
Still got a couple waitin' for the next me
Still a couple others tryin' to get the best me
Couple others see me as a blessing
Others see me as a test, please
Let's keep it real, you're not that special
They just don't wanna see me on a pedestal
But when I'm on top, it ain't no stoppin' me
You know I'm locked in, I need a locksmith
And I'm smooth with it, you know the proof in it
Girl, I move different, you know the coupe tinted
That's for your safety, but you know I'm ruthless
You know I'm roofless, but we ain't roofin' it, baby
Let's be truthful, you know the truth in it
I ain't gotta lie, I'm a smooth talker
You know the car fast, but I move smarter
Yeah, I'm a smooth talker
You know the car fast, but I move smarter

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