Woo, woo,
woo
Yeah,
woo,
uh-huh
Yeah,
woo, I'm pound,
I'm pound
Yeah, yeah,
yeah
Pull up quiet,
make 'em stare Chrome on the
grill, cold night air Pocket full
of proof,
high on shell Ten toe down,
know I been for this square
Corn is tall,
but I don't flinch Mud on
the boots,
still fresh with the wind Eyes
on the prize,
one blink,
I'm in New face,
same heat,
let the saga begin Count it
up slow
Watch me go Pressure up,
but I don't fold Say my
name when the bass roll low
Say it back
On the map
Make it clap One more time,
then I black out
Feel that
Two pack
No slack Run it up,
then I back out
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Run it up,
then I back out Graceful
rise on the two-lane road Handshake
firm, but my face stay cold
I been that kid with a
pocket full of gold Now every
room get quiet when I roll
They talk dies when the door
swing shut I don't need luck,
I just line it up If
the night gets rough,
I gas it up Front row
shake when I show that cut
Count it up slow
Watch me go Pressure up,
but I don't fold Say my
name when the bass roll low
Say it back
On the map
Make it clap One more time,
then I black out
Feel that
Two pack
No slack Run it up,
then I back out
Little more room,
let it breathe Then I hit
'em with the teeth They ain't
built like me Watch the whole
floor lean
Say it back
On the map
Make it clap One more time,
then I black out
Feel that
Two pack
No slack Run it up,
then I back out