Текст песни
170 with the bassline thumpin
Neon reflections off the black paint jumpin
Police scanners catch our frequency
Think it's gunplay when the subs get hungry
This ain't a threat it's audio pressure
Your whole block shakes to our bassline measure
You ain't a player just crowd section extra
We the sound wave call us God
Concrete cracks when the 808s hit
Not a crime scene but the block lit
Thought it was shots? Nah that's the knock
We don't pack guns we pack subs that pop
Tinted glass with the system screaming
Rearview full of haters dreaming
We don't ride with that iron shit
Our artillery's the bassline kick
Custom setup with the amps on murder
Every red light turns to sonic thunder
They try to chase but they can't compete
With 15s that turn concrete to beach
Subwoofer kiss say goodbye
