Ridin' Dirty: Vulom's Reign

Intro (ad-libs) Woo, skrrt, huh — Vulom in the cut, yeah Hook Vulom ridin' dirty, scales chrome, pockets heavy (skrrt) Crown low, wings fold, streets feel the levy (woo) Smoke trail like a comet, dark prince never petty (nah) We move silent in the night, hoard tucked, keep it steady Ridin' dirty, dragon style, ridin' dirty, dragon style (ayy) Verse 1 Came up from the cavern where the echoes stay mean, Coal to the throne, now the skyline see sheen. Tail whip, backflip, clear lanes when I slide, Ash rain on the pavement, kings move when I glide. Gold on my breath, ice in my glare, Enemies whisper but they never stare. Hood down, mask on, breath fog like a storm, Vulom paint the town in a brand new form. Streetlights melt, lava lines in the gutter, Crew full of scales and the beats keep the flutter. Ridin' dirty 'cause the law can't relate, We smuggle the night, barter fate at the gate. Pre-Hook Stack the hoard, count the stars we claimed, Dark prince, dark streets — the game rearranged (yeah) Hook Vulom ridin' dirty, scales chrome, pockets heavy (skrrt) Crown low, wings fold, streets feel the levy (woo) Smoke trail like a comet, dark prince never petty (nah) We move silent in the night, hoard tucked, keep it steady Ridin' dirty, dragon style, ridin' dirty, dragon style (ayy) Verse 2 They say fly low, I say fly incognito, Tail tucked, clapbacks, heat like a free throw. Coins in the saddle, diamonds in the scale, When my squad hit the block, every invoice prevail. No GPS, we navigate by the stars, Molten path behind, scars tell who we are. Hooded like robins, but we peck at the throne, Every alley a runway, every rooftop home. Riding through the sirens, laugh in my chest, Dark prince on a mission, karma's the guest. Stackin' souls and souls, yeah, the ledger grows thick, Ridin' dirty dragon style, maneuvers slick. Bridge (melodic, menacing) Night breath, moon caught in my eye, City hum, I convert it to mine. Wings cut the wind, pockets cut through the lies, Vulom's the whisper that never dies. Hook (final) Vulom ridin' dirty, scales chrome, pockets heavy (skrrt) Crown low, wings fold, streets feel the levy (woo) Smoke trail like a comet, dark prince never petty (nah) We move silent in the night, hoard tucked, keep it steady Ridin' dirty, dragon style, ridin' dirty, dragon style (ayy) Outro (ad-libs) Ash to the altar, coins to the sky — Vulom reign, baby Skrrt, ridin' dirty, ridin' dirty — dragon style, huh