Lyrics

Rollin’ up deep, tires screamin’ through the street,
Mateo Noble, never takin’ a backseat.
Smoke in the air, but the vision stay clear,
Turbo spools up, disappear like a spear.

(Chorus)
Faster than the lightning, quicker than a ghost,
Rippin’ through the corners, always doin’ the most.
Blunt in one hand, wheel in the other,
Ain’t nobody out there drivin’ like my brother.

(Verse 2)
Redline screamin’, he just laughs at the limit,
Speed so wicked, every race—he’s already winnin’.
Drift through the hairpins, tires leave a trace,
Clouds in the cockpit, but he still sets the pace.

(Bridge)
Nitrous in the system, gas in the tank,
Smoke in the whip, but he never draws blank.
No one can catch him, no one comes close,
He’s burnin’ both rubber and trees coast to coast.