Pushin' ninety the average, it cut through shit with ease

Like my shit stock but to see, might need some LEDs (Yeah)

We in the future with this one

Oh, oh, oh, oh (I'm worried about you, RiTchie)

What's that you say? Catch me, you better say your grace (You better say your grace)

Redline the dash, how fast can your ass get away? (Can your ass get away?)

Zero to sixty in—, pfft, that shit can melt your face (That shit melt your face)

They take to streets, my ass is goin' all-terrain (Is goin' all-terrain)

Pushin' ninety the average, it cut through shit with ease

Like my shit stock but to see, might need some LEDs

Bro got the sky, but you see, what if they take the streets?

I'm all-terrain in the leaves, dippin' dodgin' the trees

Be honest with me, bro, please, have you thought of these things?

They cut off the grid, you ain't shit, how you chargin' that thing?

I'm doin' figure eights and skatin', dippin', dodgin' the trays

Rippin' through all-terrain, I think the Lord is callin' your name

What's that you say? Catch me, you better say your grace (You better say your grace)

Redline the dash, how fast can your ass get away? (Can your ass get away?)

Zero to sixty in—, pfft, that shit can melt your face (That shit melt your face)

They take to streets, my ass is goin' all-terrain (Is goin' all-terrain)