[INTRO] "yeah.. yeah" [VERSE 1] They hit the block like a buzzsaw, buzzin’ through the bustle spokes spark static, street crack crackle like a hustle Five lil’ titans in a tight-knit tussle dreams in the duffel, snacks smuggled subtle Malik Tayvon Sky Redline Tone kids carved eternal in the asphalt tone They ain’t crooks, just cooks in a schoolyard zone whippin’ up schemes like a Michelin home Backpack bulgin’ with contraband crumbs Takis and Skittles like pellets for drums Hall pass hustle, hallway hums when they pedal through slow, whole hallway numbs [HOOK] Ride Yeah we ride BMX lights in the night when we slide Vibe Catch the vibe five lil’ kings on the block worldwide Spin Let it spin pedals go fast but the hearts stay in Win Yeah we win streets talk loud when the crew roll in [VERSE 2] Malik / Lil Mile / child glide like a Yeezy slide wheelie so high it could advertise the sky Drip “thrift-store Dior” but he still bona fide bars bend time like a TikTok rewind Shadow scribblin’, he spill riddles like Skittles metaphors brittle, then he whittle ‘em little Two-wheel Tesla, mind full missile kid spit truth like a middle-school epistle Girl ask “Name?” Kid smirk like a riddle: “Depends on the day, baby, keep it unofficial” Spin that block like a vinyl brittle and the whole damn block lean in ‘cause he civil [VERSE 3] Sparkplug / Tayvon, torque titan toddler Walmart bike turned boutique show-stopper Dollar Tree toolkit, hands work proper chrome resurrection like a ghost in copper Chain chatter clackin’, he stack that traction friction fiction turned fact in action Clink-clack rhythm like a Travis ad-lib clean craft magic / no cap / he that kid Fix your brakes? “Just pay me in Takis” Fix your rep? “Pay me in copies” Fix your life? “Sorry, too costly" I only fix bikes, lil bro, that’s Hoffy [VERSE 4] Sky / Skyscraper / giant stride like a Jordan AD size 13s hittin’ concrete like a thunderclap Skin dark cola, hoodie Fear-of-God swag heart so kind whole crew call him “dag" Moses of the hallway, part crowds easy calm so breezy even chaos get queasy Drama pull up? He show up, no shaky courage in his chest beat big like Basie Crush on the porch? Ride slow like lo-fi butterflies bouncin’ like Wi-Fi, no lie Sky don’t flex, don’t try, he just fly born to be a king before he even knew why [VERSE 5] Redline / Kendra / queenpin quick-witted handlebar grip like destiny fitted Whip round corners like a Civic kitted speed so wild even physics quit it She the type make airflow blush BMX blush, gravity hush Kids try talk but they lose that crush girl too fast, not built for the rush If energy was currency she’d be Bezos, baby runnin’ up laps like the block gone crazy Every pedal stroke got the whole hood hazy Redline rule the road / no maybe [VERSE 6 ] Tone Bellini / bambino, lil padrino with the vino family-flavored lingo, brain cut sharp Tarantino Cappuccino vocalino, snack schemes stack like Reno run the schoolyard table like a micro-sized casino He flip those Hot Cheetos like C-notes, rapid reload hallway hustle movin’ smoother than a cheat-code Forged-note maestro Teacher lookin’ at the sheet slow “Tone, you wrote this?” / kid blink once: “Si, lo so” Lunchbox insurance / one buck weekly PB&J protected like diamonds discreetly Money go ghost, reinvested completely crew eat first, that’s famiglia treaty Swagger built different, kid talk freely hat tilt sharp like his TikTok “mafia fit” reel-y Every hallway whisper hit the surface immediately Tone run the block like royalty legally [BRIDGE] Brain buzzin’, I’m bustin’, I’m brushin’ dust off the dozen little legends I been trustin’ since they pedal-pushed somethin’ Chain clank, crank crank, shadow shiver in abundance every lunchroom hustle muscle pulsin’ through the junction Shadow swingin’, they clingin’, they bringin’ dreams into existence intertwistin’, unresistin’, every mission in persistence Snack-tax system, ecosystem of ambition kids crash fiction with precision / young kings on a mission Lightning-laced, fast-paced, back-brace energy five-bike battery powered by their synergy If childhood had kingdoms, these kids made history rulers of the blacktop, block-born wizardry [FINAL CHORUS] They the BMX bosses, block-run prophets profits pop in pockets like rocket deposits Snack-rack syndicate, fearless logic young kings cruisin’ with a vibe so cosmic Ride Yeah we ride, Summer still glowin’ in the wheels when we glide Vibe Feel the vibe, Five lil’ kings put the world on the side Spin Watch it spin Block keep boomin’ when the crew dive in Win Yeah we win Leave our names in the dust where the legends begin © 2025 - skvadMC
