​​revival ride lyrics

by

Landspeed


[Intro: Gekko]
Landspeed
When you talk to your family 'bout, what you doin'? Do you tell 'em about jorts?
What you playin'?
Ayy, sh*t
Yuh
f*ck, play no games

[Verse 1: Gekko]
Might know that from the username
Need a time, free for what the f*ck to do the day
Cash the check, now I'm off the bag baggin' chain
Trade the bag and chain for f*ckin' holdin' Huracán
In a Huracán I'm ridin' on my f*ckin' wave
I see you on the block today but I never make the same mistake
I'm focused on my [?], you can put that [severance pay?]
I'm creepin' to attain the fame but I never switch up on the name
(f*ckboy)

[Interlude: Gekko]
Oh, my f*ckin' god, so dumb bro
That's the r—
Did I f*ck up...

[Verse 2: Virtue]
When I'm slidin' around swipin' corners, b*tches in the back
You be cryin', lyin', dyin', she never come in back
I'm go 'round [science commin'?] like smokin' on a second
If you f*ck with me, I swear to God, I lay you on your ass
My PSI go multiply to turbo, stackin' flags
She gemini lullaby, need a back-to-back
Lil' samurai, butterfly cocoon 'bout to hatch
I can't no sympathize for homicide if homeboy owe me cash
(Hell nah)

[Interlude: Gekko]
Oh, f*ck (Pump, pump)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3: Gekko]
What the f*ck was I talkin' 'bout? I pull up on your f*ckboy house
Same scouter to talk me that you not to f*ckin' worry about
Pull up with your crew, I see you on the f*ckin' battleground
Speedboys never turn on a chance to [pock out?] a couple clowns
[Itachi?] time loop on you f*ckboys runnin' like a roundabout
Take it back to ultrasound, I'm stuntin' on these b*tches now
Slide around the corner like I'm headin' to ya b*tches house
Slide across the border just to cop a chain and turn around
Keep it at 100, you know I never turnin' down
Always movin' 'til the Speedboys legends of the underground
(b*tch, b*tch)

[Interlude: Virtue]
Ah, that some legend sh*t
f*ck it
Ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy

[Verse 4: Virtue]
'Round [?] we runnin' circles
GReddy Turbos turnin' red
Babygirl, she make me nervous
No rehearsals with the head
This a circus with no purpose
pus*yboys f*ck clowns instead
If you lookin' for a referral
Sorry, girl, I'm stackin' bread
I better stack my cheddar more than ever
Give these boys some f*ckin' pressure
What's so funny, little buddy?
Knock your brains into ya tummy
Stiff and bloody nose all runny
Runnin' with your mommy's money
f*ckin' dummy, Speedboys commin'
How'd I get so f*ckin' lucky?

[Outro]
When you talk to your family 'bout, what you doin'? Do you tell 'em about jorts?
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