FULL THROTTLE [INTRO - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] [low whispered male voice] "Tempo Lambo..." [engine ignition] [engine rev] [deep male ad-lib] "Let's ride..." Friday hit different when the bass get loud Windows down, whole block feeling the sound No brakes on the rhythm, let the night unfold Southern in the swagger, Latin in the soul [VERSE 1 - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] I pull up with the pocket already on go Bassline bouncing like it got somewhere to go Dembow in the drums, funk living in the low Southern drawl on the flow, let the whole thing roll I don't chase the crowd, I bring the crowd with me Every bar got torque, every beat got energy They can watch the paint shine, but the motion tells more I came through the door, then I kicked through the floor Got a little dirt-road grit in a city-night suit 808 underneath with the bassline in the boot I'm smooth when I need to, but the throttle got range One gear for the cruise, another gear for the change [PRE-HOOK - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] Let it roll, let it roll Feel the bass down low One step, two step Everybody let go [engine rev rising] Push it up... Push it up... [HOOK - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] Full throttle, let the whole night breathe Bass in the trunk, got the floor underneath Full throttle, ain't no slowing down When the rhythm hit the red, watch me shake the town Full throttle, turn the volume high Southern soul underneath a Caribbean sky Full throttle, let the whole thing ride Friday night moving with the Lambo on the side [VERSE 2 - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] [raspy male ad-libs] "Yeah..." "Keep it moving..." "Let's go..." I got momentum in the syllables, timing in the wrist Every punchline lands clean, every pocket gets a twist I'm a little bit country, little bit city Put the two together and the whole thing gets gritty No copy of the formula, I modify the recipe Bassline doing backflips, drums showing chemistry Got the room on a swivel when the hook comes back Everybody throwing shoulders when the 808 cracks I don't need to yell, I let the rhythm get loud Let the kick talk first, then I walk through the crowd If the beat got horsepower, I'm feeding it fuel And if the night got rules, tonight ain't following rules [HOOK - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] Full throttle, let the whole night breathe Bass in the trunk, got the floor underneath Full throttle, ain't no slowing down When the rhythm hit the red, watch me shake the town Full throttle, turn the volume high Southern soul underneath a Caribbean sky Full throttle, let the whole thing ride Friday night moving with the Lambo on the side [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] [12 bars] [deep 808] [funky bass solo] [dembow percussion] [engine revs] [tire chirps] [no vocals] [VERSE 3 - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] Now the night got hotter, but the engine stay cool I learned you don't need permission when you know what you do Every mile gave me muscle, every loss gave me traction Now I move with intention, every bar got reaction I got heel-to-toe rhythm when I step on the beat Little Southern bounce mixed with the tropical heat If the floor starts shaking, that's the bass getting loose If the crowd starts jumping, that's the rhythm producing I'm not built for neutral, I was wired for motion Turn a little bit of pressure into pure locomotion No rearview regrets, no hesitation ahead I keep the pedal on the vision and the doubt in the bed [BRIDGE - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] [low whispered male voice] "Full throttle..." [engine idle] [heartbeat bass] Slow... Then fast... Hold that groove... Then blast... [engine rev] We don't stop. We switch gears. [FINAL HOOK - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] [wide energetic male delivery] Full throttle, let the whole night breathe Bass in the trunk, got the floor underneath Full throttle, ain't no slowing down When the rhythm hit the red, watch me shake the town Full throttle, turn the volume high Southern soul underneath a Caribbean sky Full throttle, let the whole thing ride Friday night moving with the Lambo on the side [FINAL AD-LIBS - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] "Full throttle!" "Let's ride!" "Keep it pushing!" "Tempo!" [OUTRO - TEMPO LAMBO ONLY] [engine rev] [low whispered male voice] "Tempo Lambo..." [deep male ad-lib] "No brakes."
