Biker’s Anthem Ghetts (Ft. Scorcher)

[Intro: Ghetts & Scorcher]
We're biker boys
Biker boys set their own rules
Aye, yo, Scorch, what's the destination, fam?
Fam, let's- let's just say the A4, fam
Yeah?
But I'll still leave a mess
Ah, I'm a rider, G

[Chorus: Scorcher & Ghetts]
There ain't nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike
120 on the high way, it's nothing but bright lights
Yeah, it's a nice life
The life's nice
All I need is two wheels
Every time I ride
I'm in another car, side to side
Yo, Scorcher, it's time to fly
1:20 on the clock, come ready to be off

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
I'm riding through the city
1:20 on the clock, I'm breaking the highway code
Fuck the traffic light
I ain't glad it's night but I'm glad it's night
T-shirt blowing in the wind through town
Check the wires and right hand on the throttle
R6, new shipped model
And this speed is hard to break like a Lucozade bottle
But I ain't stopping for reds and I ain't stopping for feds
Full time so, I ain't even stopping for pet'
Five up, one down, I'm smooth with the mechanism
When I come through, everybody show me recognition
Some tell me, "stop riding" but I never listen
First gear, clutch, rev and I'm missing
North, South, West and East, all around
Ghetts is seen
I can't cool it down, arrest, I'm free
Pop up a wheelie for the kids on the block
And then I'm off