Lyrics

[Intro]
(Sound of police sirens)
Yeah, yeah, it's that Shapoleon hustle!

[Verse]
Fast life, Shapoleon, she major in the streets,
Flippin’ stacks an’ aces, ain't no wasting those beats,
Got the feds on her tail - high-speed pursuit,
Red and blue lights flash, but she mute on the loot.

[Verse 2]
Windrider, tire skiddin', paint peelin’ off her ride,
Money in her duffle, never takin' a side,
Invisible cloak game Harry, blendin' with the night,
Shapoleon’s game tight, always outta sight.

[Chorus]
Dodgin' coppers like a pro, wheels grip the curve,
City’s queenpin, Shapoleon got nerve,
Escape routes mapped; tricks up her sleeve,
Catch her if you can, on that late night Steve.

[Bridge]
Sirens wail louder, but she built for the chase,
Nevah crack under pressure, pure grit on her face,
Night in the city, adrenaline like a drug,
Heart beat syncopated, like a gangster's shrug.

[Verse 3]
Evade the spike strips, another twist in the plot,
Skate through the alleyways, they ain't catchin’ squat,
Untouchable mystique, like Houdini reborn,
Shapoleon’s hustle, accuracy sworn.