Lyrics
[Verse 1]
60 to 180
Dash light, I’m gone
Tank on E, still hungry
I don’t move wrong
Grip white-knuckle
Lane split clean
Heat on the pavement
Chrome in the beam
I love that rush
When the world bends back
Pulse like thunder
When I click that track
No one can catch me
I’m already past
Mouth full of smoke
And a foot on gas
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up
One more pull
Hands stay firm
Heart goes full
Boys in the cut
Ready to run
One green light
Then we’re done
[Chorus]
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
60 to 180
We don’t look back
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Fire in my veins
And the whole block snaps
[Verse 2]
Cutting up the blues
Every turn, we slide
Tires talk loud
But we stay inside
Boys in the pack
We don’t miss no beat
Same old pain
Turned into speed
If you show up late
You already lost
We move like a rumor
We don’t count cost
Red line singing
I’m locked on sight
One more stretch
Then we hit the night
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up
One more pull
Hands stay firm
Heart goes full
Boys in the cut
Ready to run
One green light
Then we’re done
[Chorus]
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
60 to 180
We don’t look back
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Fire in my veins
And the whole block snaps
[Bridge]
Tell me who can hold me
When I’m this close to flame
I don’t need a warning
I already know my name
Back to the line
Back to the chase
One more breath
Then I vanish in space
[Chorus]
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
60 to 180
We don’t look back
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Let’s go, let’s go fast
Fire in my veins
And the whole block snaps
Details
GeneratedJul 14, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap rap with a sprinting half-time bounce, rattling hi-hats, trunk-rattle 808s, and a tense pull into a chest-punching chorus; verse rides lean and kinetic, pre-chorus strips to drums and bass with rising engine-like synth sweeps, chorus hits with stacked gang shouts on the hook. Close-mic lead vocal with gritty doubles, ad-lib passes tucked left and right, delay throws on the chant words, tire-squeal risers and siren-like swells between sections. Bright, hard, and raw in the mix., blues, rap
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Street drag racing 60 to 180 the speed the fire is in my vein. I love the adrenaline let’s go let’s go fast. No one can catch me and the boys we out here cutting up the blues show up we run., rap
