Hey, yeah, we run it bass too loud.
No discussion city lights flash no sleep from the bottom now we
peek in.
Let's go.
Run in the streets we move like a ghost
hands in the air when we doing the most
favelas jumping speakers shake drums hit hard make
the world vibrate fast like a bike sick like a
Benz money keeps stacking no need to pretend
Queens in the front running the game came from
the mud now they calling my name drop
it low low feel that heat feel that 808
knocking through the streets through
the street dark windows speeding fast no
brakes all gas we don't stop we don't
wait don't wait turn it up feel the bass
from the block to outer space run it up
set the pace video fire can't put it out
everywhere we go they know what we bout
bold on my neck ice on my wrist turn up
the volume can't resist motors revving
crew so deep skull mask on riding the
beat funky funk dark and raw Brazil to the world breaking the law
drop it low
feel that heat we don't stop we don't stop we don't wait we
don't wait turn it
up feel the bass from the block to outer
space space run it up set the pace city
on fire can't put it out everywhere we go they know what we
bout gold on my neck ice on my wrist turn up the volume can't
resist motors revving crew so deep skull mask on riding the beat
funky funk dark and raw Brazil to the world breaking the law
drop it low feel that heat we don't stop we don't wait
we don't stop we don't wait