Evil Death Moths.
The Rizzler.
Skrrt skrrt pow
Got no chill, yeah, I'm on a vibe (on a vibe)
Flexin' hard like my feed's alive (it's alive)
Cancel all that noise, ghost the lies (ghost the lies)
Shook by the clapback that's in my eyes (in my eyes)
No cap, no mask, just raw energy (energy)
Throwin' shades aside, we on a killing spree (spree)
All gas, no brakes, we lit, we skydive (we skydive)
Stuntin' so high, fam, we do it live (do it live)
Swipe left on the hate, double-tap the vibe (double-tap)
Epic win, this flex, we can't hide (we can't hide)
Drip too hard, wave check, we vibes on fleek (on fleek)
Squad rolls deep, we the hype, no mystery (ain't no mystery)
Pull up with the squad, yeah, we flood the scene (flood it)
Slay all day, we the kings and queens (we reign)
Views up, racks up, blowing up the feed (we explode)
Got that thunder sound, moving at breakneck speed (zoom zoom)
On that grind, we savage, can’t be tamed (wildin’)
Fire in our hearts, we the blaze, we the flame (burn up)
No chill, we dominate, game's over, checkmate (checkmate)
Flexing on the 'Gram, we the storm, no debate (rage on)
Heartbeats sync to the bass, yeah, we resonate (we boom)
Living legends, on the move, watch us elevate (we rise)
Cashin' clout, we drip in swag, this hype's insane (straight fire)
In the pit, we mosh it out, feel the adrenaline vein (rush in)