[Intro] [engine revving, twin-turbo whine, carbon-fiber splitter scraping] N-I-B-L-S Entertainment production tag: "The Algorithm is awakening under the hood son" [clean electric guitar riff, atmospheric synth pads, launch-control beep] Yeah Yeah Oh [Verse 1] [sub-bass and trap drums enter, paddle shifters clicking] I'm a New York City boy, lights out, now we runnin' Hybrid engine hummin', whole bridge start stuntin' I'm a New York City boy, gold wings when I floor it Bentley Bugatti but the F1 caught the chorus Telemetric, thumpin', pit crew drummin' Maserati dummin, Hammer boy comin' Don't let my young boys go crazy, my girls on they bullish wave Ride through, engine sound like m80's when we pullin' If that boy try to play me he fall off, move foolish Lame ones never address me, I'm two steps up, I'm polished My girl's pretty in Giuseppe, handle all mines like clockwork Watch the way she move, you drop five lights back, make the night our's Jealous drivers lurk, but I swerve 'em with a slight smirk We Wearin' AP like A purse, boy, yeah that's light work [Chorus] [engine revving, turbo spool, launch-control chirp] Lights out Hammer boy, what? Lights out, now we runnin' Hybrid engine hummin', whole team start stuntin' Like Southern boy, gold wings when I floor it Billy Bugatti but the F1 caught the chorus Telemetric, thumpin', pit crew drummin' Maserati dummy, Hammer boy comin' Yeah, we never slowin' down, always one step ahead Hear that engine roar? We're already gone, what I said? [Verse 2] Texas, to N-Y that's my bound, that's my scene That boy fall from her style, she pass that car like a dream I'm doin' this for my team, everything built off cream I don't care about nothin' else long as it fuel the machine Cash rules everywhere around me, dynasty routine Cash rules everything around me, black and gold on the team Champagne tag Pop [gearshift snap, active aero hiss, exhaust crackle] [Bridge] [engine idling, crowd noise in the distance, cooling fans whirring] Pull up with the roof gone, everybody lean in Hands on the dash, we don't talk, we just breathe in Last lap, same block, got the whole street knowing If they want the lane, tell 'em watch when we flowing Chrome on the grille, my people all around me Same old pressure, can't nothing ever drown me When the green hit, yeah, that's the whole world moving One blink, then we gone, and the bass keep booming [Outro] [drums and bass drop out, rev limiter tapping] [vocalizing with heavy reverb] Oh Let's go Bledsoe Go slow Let it overflow Yeah, yeah Ahh, yeah Let it ride, let it ride Woo, woo C'mon, c'mon Skrrt, skrrt Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Let it overflow Overflow, overflow Yeah [dual exhaust fade, turbo flutter, guitar riff fades out]
