Rolled up to the track
Its seven twenty two
Flexing in my fly gear from my head to my boots
It comes automatic boy
Just like me recruits
Stunting on you riders its the 7 deuce deuce
Rollin my ranger
Everyones in danger
I aint got no radio bumpin bangers
Privateer life
No factory bike
Tyrna pass trey canard for a quater of the price
Quarter of the price
Quarter of the price
Tryna pass trey canard for a quarter of the price
I aint got no type
Ill ride any bike
Rch to jgr
Shout out weston pike
Its our boy bubba
He go scurb a dub a
Chewing up the compitation
Call it hubba bubba
Call it hubba bubba
Call it hubba bubba
Chewing up the compitaion call it hubba bubba
You dont even know thoo
Holeshot on poto
In was in toranto
Poto passed me pronto
I dont really care cause i still made the main tho