Yo, the M5 Competition’s got that mean look, straight power under the hood, feels like you’re flyin’ when you hit the gas, man. It’s not just a car, it’s like a beast on the road, sleek, fast, every turn just feels so smooth. That roar? Yeah, you know it’s ready to go, like it’s always hungry for more speed. It’s got that perfect balance, all blacked-out, just looks clean, but also like it’s about to tear up the streets, you feel me? Just pure power and style.
My .40 loaded, really on this dope shit, no switch Ain’t no stoppin’, I been poppin’, on that cold shit, so lit Fuck the world, I’m ridin’ solo, got my whole clique, no snitch If you run up, bet I’ll show you how this chrome hit, don’t miss Hand on my nine, still throwin’ gang signs Left pocket saggin’, flag hangin’ on the frontlines That choppa speak loud, that’s how I press mine Hundred rounds loaded, bet it’ll flex spines Got a vest on, but still down to test lines (uhh?) Runnin’ through the streets, hittin’ licks, collect fines (woo!) If the opps pull up, it’s click-clack, then rewind (*tik tok tik tok*) Trust, if it comes to it, I’m ready to bust mine (*boom*) Switchblade, chrome grip, aim with precision Niggas switched on me, bitches cut ‘em out my vision Fuck a scope, I’ll make it personal, surgical, that’s my mission .45 with no safety, I ain’t missin’ (pew pew) Catch a body in the whip, then we dippin’ (woosh) Had to hustle from the start, never slippin’ Now it’s all gold on the wrist, diamonds drippin' dancin'
