Hop on a Supermoto, do a burnout (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Hundred twenty on the dash, bloody murder
Poppin', uh, wheelies, uh, I'm a quick learner (Skrrt)
Ridin' 'round with the burner (Brrt, let's go)
Roamin' the streets, it's just me and the troops
I'm on a bike, 450 KTM, but gang, gang in the coupe
I bust a right, I bust a left at the end
I see the opps by the schoolyard
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, oh (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, blaow)

Y'all ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't want no problem
Oh yeah, leave you dead, stinkin', rotten (Let's go)
Oh yeah, I took a risk, now I'm young and rich
Walk around in these kicks, Balenci' thе pair
Your B.F. a lame— (Square), he still livе in in the same— (Square)
Run up on me, a double dare (Dare)
I love watchin' my girl try on her underwear ('Wear)
"This a high-class club, how you get a gun in here?"
You can bet your fake Rolex I did
I ain't the only one strapped in here
You might just get shot by my engineer (Brrt-brrt)
Well, damn, on firearms, invested in like twenty grand
So many guns, we could start a gun marching band
FN, Smith & Wesson, Kel-Tec him (Oh-oh)
Should I kill 'em slow, slow, slow-ly?
Oh my, oh, me