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