Grimy Rhythm Rush

(brrr) Slide through the block,

I move too clean

Bass in the trunk,

make the whole room lean I

don't talk much, let the rimshot speak

Run it back once—watch the crowd go geek (yeah)

Late-night shift, no time for talk

Two-step drift when I take that walk

Chrome on black, got a cold little glare If you reach too

fast, better think and stare

I been on grind,

I been off that sleep

Countin' new moves, I don't count no sheep (huh)

Wind up quick, I'm back in position

No pause, nah, no permission Hands in the air when the bass

come near

One more bar then we disappear (uh)

Slide through the block,

I move too clean

Bass in the trunk,

make the whole room lean

I don't talk much,

let the rimshot speak

Run it back once—watch the crowd go geek (yeah) (brrr) (ahhhh)

Came from the dirt,

now the tires get loud

New little circle, never follow the crowd

Eyes on the lane,

keep it tight, no sway

If it's not my win,

put it back, no play

Ain't here for peace,

I'm here for proof

Bassline heavy like a shake in the roof (yeah)

Slide through the block,

I move too clean Bass in the trunk,

make the whole room lean

I don't talk much,

let the rimshot speak

Run it back once—watch the crowd go geek (yeah)