Nine Eleven’d

[Verse 1]
I came in wrong, grime on my knuckles, day one scars
Backseat heat, breath fogging up the cheap car
You talk big, then you fold fast, paper in the rain
I keep it cold, same face when I’m pulling up again
Tread mark on the curb, I don’t miss when I aim
Name ring once, then it vanish in the flame
You want smoke, bring it close, watch the whole thing bend
I’m the last sound in the room when the night won’t end
[Chorus]
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed
[Verse 2]
Stained white tee, red mud on the floorboards
I don’t need a crowd, I just need more cause
More pressure, more bite, more truth in the glare
You blink once, I’m already not there
Came up off hunger, ate rough, never sweet
Cold coin in my palm, hard step in the street
They want a fair one? I bring weather, I bring weight
One wrong move and the whole frame shake
[Chorus]
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed
[Bridge]
Shh... hear that?
I said it once—once—
And the walls keep it back, back
Nine eleven’d... nine eleven’d...
[Chorus]
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Fuck a six seven bitch you’ll get nine eleven’d
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed
Say it too loud, now your luck gets severed

Trap freestyle with harsh male vocals, bleak 808 punches, rattling hi-hats, and a sparse, menacing low-end pocket; the hook lands like a shouted threat while the verses ride loose and conversational, then the quietest section drops to near-silence so one brutal line can hit hardest with layered echo tails, rap, harsh, male vocals, freestyle