Vroom
Don't back up, don't back up
Don't back up, don't back up
Don't back up, don't back up
My ambition got me gassed up
I got the pack so I ain't passin' nun'
So independent, I don't ask for nun'
They wanna see me act up
My intuition on a hunnid, yeah
I know where I'm going
They can feel me coming from the jump
Crossing state lines in like no time
And I'm still high from last night
Thought I needed a co-pilot to get mileage
I'm getting mine or die trying (ooh)
I don't need no tour guide (ooh)
Boy, I'm in your city, slide right now (ooh)
No shotgun on my right side (ooh)
You could drive by, check the car out (ooh)
And don't forget the roof, I got stars now (yeah)
Rock, rockin' in the booth, going hard, whoa (yeah)
I really thought I needed you 'til I found out (ooh)
I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
I'm learning new street names
And highways and lane changes
Driveways and overpasses
Glad I got over all the gymnastics
Over exerting, Lord knows that that hurt
I refuse to move backwards
So it's you the passenger, gotta go
Won't let you get me off track, Jack, hit the road
Don't you come back, no more, no more, no more
I don't need no tour guide
Boy, I'm in your city, slide right now (right now)
No shotgun on my right side (right side)
You could drive by, check the car out (ooh)
And don't forget the roof, I got stars now (I got stars)
Rock, rockin' in the booth, going hard, whoa (I'm going hard)
I really thought I needed you 'til I found out (found out)
I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Revvin', revvin')
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) (Revvin', revvin')
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Revvin', revvin')
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
All my bitches ride, if you fly, if you fly, yeah
All my bitches ride, yeah (oh) (yeah)
Deep, we pulling up (oh) (yeah)
Flex your stamina (oh) (yeah)
Yeah, they can't keep up (oh) (yeah)
Beep-beep, back it up (oh)
Yeah, yeah
All my bitches ride, if you fly, got the drive, yeah
All my bitches ride, yeah (oh)
Tell him he ain't man enough (oh)
Let 'em hate, so what? (Whoa)
You got your standards up
Never gave a fuck
Don't back up, don't back up
Don't back up, don't back up
My ambition got me gassed up
I got the pack so I ain't passin' nun'
So independent, I don't ask for nun'
They wanna see me act up
My intuition on a hunnid, yeah
I know where I'm going
They can feel me coming from the jump
Crossing state lines in like no time
And I'm still high from last night
Thought I needed a co-pilot to get mileage
I'm getting mine or die trying (ooh)
I don't need no tour guide (ooh)
Boy, I'm in your city, slide right now (ooh)
No shotgun on my right side (ooh)
You could drive by, check the car out (ooh)
And don't forget the roof, I got stars now (yeah)
Rock, rockin' in the booth, going hard, whoa (yeah)
I really thought I needed you 'til I found out (ooh)
I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
I'm learning new street names
And highways and lane changes
Driveways and overpasses
Glad I got over all the gymnastics
Over exerting, Lord knows that that hurt
I refuse to move backwards
So it's you the passenger, gotta go
Won't let you get me off track, Jack, hit the road
Don't you come back, no more, no more, no more
I don't need no tour guide
Boy, I'm in your city, slide right now (right now)
No shotgun on my right side (right side)
You could drive by, check the car out (ooh)
And don't forget the roof, I got stars now (I got stars)
Rock, rockin' in the booth, going hard, whoa (I'm going hard)
I really thought I needed you 'til I found out (found out)
I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Revvin', revvin')
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) (Revvin', revvin')
(Vroom, vroom, vroom) I'm the truth, vroom-vroom
(Revvin', revvin')
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
I don't need no (no shotgun, no shotgun)
All my bitches ride, if you fly, if you fly, yeah
All my bitches ride, yeah (oh) (yeah)
Deep, we pulling up (oh) (yeah)
Flex your stamina (oh) (yeah)
Yeah, they can't keep up (oh) (yeah)
Beep-beep, back it up (oh)
Yeah, yeah
All my bitches ride, if you fly, got the drive, yeah
All my bitches ride, yeah (oh)
Tell him he ain't man enough (oh)
Let 'em hate, so what? (Whoa)
You got your standards up
Never gave a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Thornton, Paris Williams, Christopher Mcclenney, Louis Bartolini
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