Lyrics

[INTRO]
Yo, we back in the game, summer heat on the run,
Rakin' in the glory, it's a wild-fueled fun.
Off Rickta’s cruisin’, never missin’ a beat,
Gonna burn down the block, feel the heat in the street.

[VERSE 1]
From the pits to the lights, man, we kickin' it hard,
Methanol flowing, it’s the ride we adorn,
Turbo 400 set, baby, prepped for the skid,
Summer Nats 38, best believe we did.
Sippin' on the success, the crowd goes wild,
Headers rumble deep, like a thunderin’ child,
Leaving them Fords in the dust where they belong,
In the blink of an eye, we’ll be gone, rolling strong.

[CHORUS]
Off Rickta’s here, we’re tearing up the scene,
Tyres blown off the rims, and we livin' the dream,
Dirty Fords in the bin, they can’t take the heat,
L S roaring loud, man, we bringing the street.

[VERSE 2]
Boosted up laps, feel the rush and the roar,
Every rev and a shift sends you straight to the floor,
Summers hot grind, heatwaves in the night,
Got the horsepower, baby, always ready to fight.
Adrenaline rush, we’re the kings of the show,
Glance at the rivals, they already know,
Rickta’s off the chain, ain’t no chains holding back,
Time to pop those tires, we’re on the right track.

[CHORUS]
Off Rickta’s here, we’re tearing up the scene,
Tyres blown off the rims, and we livin' the dream,
Dirty Fords in the bin, they can’t take the heat,
L S roaring loud, man, we bringing the street.

[OUTRO]
Racing under the stars, got that spotlight glare,
Flames lit up the night, you better beware,
Feel the rush in your veins, hear the engines ignite,
Summer Nats crew, ready to take flight.
Partying strong into the night