[Intro – Female (cold, seductive menace)] Methane risin’… no mercy, fill the tank… [Chorus – Female Vocals (haunting, powerful, siren with edge)] I got five on it, ambitions as a ridah Methane in the tank, set the whole block on fire Ride or die, red flags in the rearview No sun, just gas — we burnin’ everything we ride through Five on it, five on it — ambitions as a ridah Methane flow, watch the weak ones expire [Verse 1 – Hard Male Rap] Concrete veins, concave brain, cut the pack like raw cocaine Hat low, cash flow, red flag on the flagpole, no complain Pool the five, flip to fifty, turn the haze to a blaze They whisper in the rear, I ghost ride through they graves Phantom in the whip, opera mask, no face, no trace Broadway wicked, nosedive opps, leave the scene erased God sent migraines to kill the weak thoughts in my head Took shots early like bomb threats — whole block left for dead Sliding 808s under me, cowbells ring death knell Every bar a Molotov, light the dark, send ‘em straight to hell Pretty ones get used up, soul drained, body on the shelf Ugly ones get discarded too — I choose the gas that burns itself [Chorus – Female Vocals] I got five on it, ambitions as a ridah Methane in the tank, set the whole block on fire Ride or die, red flags in the rearview No sun, just gas — we burnin’ everything we ride through Five on it, five on it — ambitions as a ridah Methane flow, watch the weak ones expire [Verse 2 – Even Harder Male Rap] Left lane murder, Lexus to the big Benz, no friends Texas to the UK, international sins with no ends Web on her body, she Etsy the remnants when I’m done Dead Sea scrollin’, delete her quick, next one Sixteen in the chamber, promethazine dreams turn nightmare Bomb threats in my bloodstream, silent till the whole sky flare Concrete kid with a death wish, concave full of conquest Quiet cut the work, then the loud make the block stretch They beg for peace, I hand out pieces — shattered frames and pain Bedframe only, no pictures, just another name stained Methane anomaly, death date locked, no debate Fuel ‘em up then torch ‘em — watch the loyal evaporate No lame handshakes, only iron grips and headshots Ambition like a switchblade — leave the witness full of red dots [Outro – Female + Male Ad-libs] Methane risin’… (burn it) Ambitions as a ridah… (no surrender) We burn it all… five on it…
