Back On Them Bikes Smh

Ayy, sliding' this bitch, ridin' this bitch One wheel in the air, nigga, what up Don't be standing' around hating on niggas, throwing shade on niggas That corn, come up, that bitch catch hell with a nigga like me I'm talkin' bout torn, cut up Pop, pop, ayy First gear, I'm revvin' it up Second gear, niggas already settin' him up Third gear, niggas wish they was betting' enough Fourth gear through the sixth, niggas can't say nothin Six seconds, zero to a hundred Shit reckless, nigga, get in front it No exits, nigga, still runnin No questions, and I ain't sayin' nothin They call me to kick stand man how I kick shit up And I get this bitch Rollin Call me the yo' bitch fan how It's all these hoes, and I want yo' bitch only Came out the crash, a whole new me But I still smack down like Mick Foley That bitch catch hell with a nigga like me I'm talkin' bout torn, cut up Probably catch me speed racin, yeah money chasin Nigga want a lot of that F*ck where the back break is, I ain't gon' press it Lettin' the tire catch How much is it gon' cost for the pop star, nigga Kawasaki tax No questions, and I ain't sayin' nothin No questions, and I ain't sayin' nothin Won't talk about it at all