Arizona Nights x Gringo Ninja Nunchuck Biker (Mashup)

[Intro] Pull up, chrome in the sun Mask up, I don’t run Chain swing, tongue slick, live wire Gas in the tank and I’m spitting that fire (hey!) [Verse 1] Gringo ninja on the backroad Nunchucks tucked in the trench coat Tat inked up like a barcode Eyes on the bag, that’s the main code Burn rubber through the toll gate Whole crew eating off a small plate Turn crumbs into a whole plate Now the bread stack tall like a church gate Biker boots on the asphalt I don’t ever brake, only bank vaults Whole lotta talk, that’s your last fault I just do numbers like a tax vault [Chorus] Gringo ninja, nunchuck biker (yeah) Two-wheel demon, money get higher Boom boom pow when I hit that lighter Gas to the floor, whole block get brighter Gringo ninja, all black rider Chrome so clean, can’t hide the fire Hands off me, I’m my own supplier Boom boom pow, let the city get wilder (woah) [Verse 2] Lane split through the slow line Clock tick, that’s a gold mine Stack chips, never cosign Whole life been a cold grind Mask down when I slide through One deep, but it feel like a drive-thru Hit once, then I ride through Next state up, got a side view Tat scars where the war’s at I don’t share plans on a group chat Silent step where the loot at If I aim once, I’ma shoot that [Chorus] Gringo ninja, nunchuck biker (hey) Two-wheel demon, money get higher Boom boom pow when I hit that lighter Gas to the floor, whole block get brighter Gringo ninja, all black rider Chrome so clean, can’t hide the fire Hands off me, I’m my own supplier Boom boom pow, let the city get wilder (yeah) [Bridge] [Beat drops, guitars ring, crowd chants] Who that there on the midnight road? (Who that, who that) Ghost in the smoke, heart pure stone (Heart pure stone) Grit in the teeth, eyes on the gold Eyes on the gold, eyes on the— [Chorus] Gringo ninja, nunchuck biker Two-wheel demon, money get higher Boom boom pow when I hit that lighter Gas to the floor, whole block get brighter Gringo ninja, all black rider (all black) Chrome so clean, can’t hide the fire Hands off me, I’m my own supplier Boom boom pow, let the city get wilder (boom boom pow)