An extended engine metaphor at full throttle — pistons, friction, overheating, red line. Punchy rap verses trade into smooth sung hooks over a chant that never lets off the gas.
You think you can handle this machine?
I don't want a passenger. I want a driver.
Put the key in the ignition. Make me scream.
I see you staring at the chassis
you want to get inside
The body work is custom
it's a dangerous ride
The leather on the seat
is getting slippery and slick
So put your hand upon the gear
and handle the stick
Check the oil level
yeah it's dripping on the floor
I know you never drove a model like this one before.
I need a heavy foot, I need a man to take control
To drive the piston deep inside the center of the soul
I'm purring like a kitten, I'm roaring like a lion
We flying on the highway, yeah we defy Zion.
The temperature is rising on the dash. (It's rising, It's rising)
We moving way too fast, we gonna crash. (We driving, We driving)
Don't use the brakes
the brakes are useless now
I'm sweating on the windshield
wiping off the brow.
Can you handle speed? Give me what I need.
Drive it like you stole it. (Vroom Vroom)
Control it. (Vroom Vroom)
Suspension bouncing up and down.
We tearing up the ground.
I'm a Bugatti Body. I'm a Ferrari Body.
If you wreck it, don't say sorry.
Rev am. Rev am. Red Line. Level them.
Shift am. Drift am. Suspension. Lift am.
Rev am. Rev am. Red Line. Level them.
Shift am. Drift am. Suspension. Lift am.
We swerving in the lane
we losing grip upon the road
I'm carrying a heavy
and a critical load
The friction is intense
I smell the burning of the tire
You rubbing on the spark
and now you starting up the fire
Shift it into overdrive
don't keep me in the neutral
The way you handle curves is absolutely brutal.
My tank is overflowing, leaking fluid on the street
We generating friction and we generating heat
The engine is hot, overheating the hood
He driving this machine like a bad boy should.
The temperature is rising on the dash. (It's rising, It's rising)
We moving way too fast, we gonna crash. (We driving, We driving)
Don't use the brakes
the brakes are useless now
I'm sweating on the windshield
wiping off the brow.
Can you handle speed? Give me what I need.
Drive it like you stole it. (Vroom Vroom)
Control it. (Vroom Vroom)
Suspension bouncing up and down.
We tearing up the ground.
I'm a Bugatti Body. I'm a Ferrari Body.
If you wreck it, don't say sorry.
Rev am. Rev am. Red Line. Level them.
Shift am. Drift am. Suspension. Lift am.
Rev am. Rev am. Red Line. Level them.
Shift am. Drift am. Suspension. Lift am.
The RPM is red.
We pushing it until the motor dead.
I'm overheating.
My heart is beating.
Don't slow down. Don't you dare slow down.
Blow the gasket. Blow it.
Drive it. (Skrrt)
Wreck it. (Skrrt)
Bugatti Body.
Test drive complete.
Ferrari. Bugatti.
Rev am. Rev am.
Shift am. Drift am.