purp

This is that slow, heavy, chopped and screwed Florida energy. When you are talking about pouring up the purple in a 941 trap house, the tempo has to drop. Everything moves in slow motion. The bass needs to be so heavy it shakes the styrofoam cups right off the kitchen counter. We are dialing the BPM down, adding that signature SavSav grit, and letting the syrup dictate the flow. Here is your 3-minute trap house anthem. *** ### **Title: Leaned Up On The Purple** **Tempo:** 60 BPM (Slowed, Chopped & Screwed Trap) **Style:** 941 SavSav / Dark Trap House Anthem (3-Minute Runtime) **(Intro: 0:00 - 0:25)** *(Beat drops: A heavily distorted, slow-motion 808 bass hums. The high-hats rattle slowly. You hear the crisp sound of ice dropping into a styrofoam cup, followed by the fizz of a soda opening. The vocals are pitched down slightly, echoing in the background.)* Yeah. 941. Everything moving in slow motion tonight. Trap house packed, but I’m in my own zone. Pour up the mud. Drop the Jolly Ranchers in. Let the bass knock until the windows break. SavSav. Let’s ride. **(Chorus / Hook 1: 0:25 - 0:50)** **Leaned up on the purple, moving in the slow mo,** **Double cup stuffed, yeah, that’s how the flow go!** **941 trap house, sweating in the night heat,** **Bass knocking heavy, vibrating the concrete!** **Ice clinking loud, pouring up the dirty Sprite,** **SavSav in the cut, fading out the street light!** **Leaned up on the purple, sipping on the mud,** **Got that Florida swamp water running in the blood!** **(Verse 1: 0:50 - 1:30)** Walk into the spot, thick smoke in the living room, Subwoofers shaking up the walls like a sonic boom. Styrofoam cups stacked up by the kitchen sink, Everybody floating off the heavy purple drink. I’m sliding through the crowd, feeling like a ghost, 941 Savage, yeah, I always do the most. Got the candy dropping down into the frozen ice, Living in the trap, but it’s feeling like a paradise. Eyes half-closed, but my vision crystal clear, Ain't no fake hitters or no opps here. Just the real ones, counting up the rubber bands, Purple spilling over, leaving stains upon my hands. I take another sip, let it numb up the pain, E-Town royalty, yeah, I’m running the domain. **(Chorus / Hook 2: 1:30 - 1:55)** **Leaned up on the purple, moving in the slow mo,** **Double cup stuffed, yeah, that’s how the flow go!** **941 trap house, sweating in the night heat,** **Bass knocking heavy, vibrating the concrete!** **Ice clinking loud, pouring up the dirty Sprite,** **SavSav in the cut, fading out the street light!** **Leaned up on the purple, sipping on the mud,** **Got that Florida swamp water running in the blood!** **(Verse 2: 1:55 - 2:35)** Time moving backwards, everything is chopped and screwed, Swamp trap legend, stepping with an attitude. Bitches in the corner looking right up at the king, Got the gold chains heavy and the pinky ring. Syrup got me lazy but my mind is on the check, Got a couple grand sitting right around my neck. Weed smoke rising to the ceiling fan blades, Florida boys getting paid, sitting in the shades. Outlaw mindset, sipping on the medicine, Every time I drop a track, you know I better win. Pour another deuce, watch it sink to the bottom, When it comes to 941 problems, yeah, I got 'em. But tonight we ain't stressing, leave the drama at the door, If the cup gets empty, we just going back for more. **(Chorus / Hook 3: 2:35 - 3:00)** **Leaned up on the purple, moving in the slow mo,** **Double cup stuffed, yeah, that’s how the flow go!** **941 trap house, sweating in the night heat,** **Bass knocking heavy, vibrating the concrete!** **Ice clinking loud, pouring up the dirty Sprite,** **SavSav in the cut, fading out the street light!** **Leaned up on the purple, sipping on the mud,** **Got that Florida swamp water running in the blood!** **(Outro: 3:00)** *(The beat slows down even further, heavily distorted. The vocals drag out in a deep, chopped-and-screwed pitch. You hear one last sip from the styrofoam cup and ice rattling.)* Yeah. Double cups. Leaned out. 941. We fading to black. *(Beat cuts abruptly to dead silence exactly at 3:00)*