Flipwave Hustle

Yo—DJ on the ones and twos High Riders,

where you at? Detroit,

let's

get it (agh)

I flip that shout into a flag in the air Back of

the club, but the front row hear We been outside,

tires sing on the turn New money lessons,

let the old ones burn I don’t need luck,

I got timing and grit Click-clack cadence when I talk my shit (yeah)

Hands up—feel that bass in your ribs One more time,

let me show you what it is We don’t just ride,

we steer the whole scene When the snippet come back,

you know what I mean (uh)

High riders, we don’t wait in line Flip that tag,

make it feel like mine

Hands up, whole room synchronized Detroit bounce when the sample collide High

riders, bring it back one time (agh) (yeah)

New plate shine but the hustle the same I keep a calm

face, let the speakers explain Two-step heavy when the kick drum land

I’m in my zone,

don’t reach for my hand Turn that fragment to a chant in

the crowd If you know,

you know—say it out loud (come on)

High riders, we don’t wait in line Flip that tag,

make it feel like mine

Hands up, whole room synchronized Detroit bounce when the sample collide High

riders, bring it back one time (agh) (yeah)