[Intro]
Yeah…
All black everything.
You hear that bass before you see me.
Santa Fe…
Let’s ride.
[Verse 1]
Black on black when I pull through the city,
Windows dark and the whole thing pretty.
Clean-ass ride but the bass stay gritty,
Santa Fe sittin’ mean, lookin’ real damn pretty.
LED glow when I slide through the night,
Chrome ain’t needed when the black hits right.
Got that attitude parked outside,
Hit the start button—baby, we ride.
I ain’t gotta have a Lambo or Benz,
This blacked-out bitch got a whole lotta friends.
Pull up slow, make ’em look again,
Santa Fe flex from the front to the end.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tint so dark, can’t see who’s inside,
Bass so heavy make the whole block vibrate.
Hands on the wheel with a dangerous grin,
If you hear that beat drop—
You know I’m comin’ in.
[CHORUS]
🎵 BLACKED OUT! BLACKED OUT!
Santa Fe when I back out!
Bass up, windows blacked out,
Pull up clean, make ’em act out.
BLACKED OUT! BLACKED OUT!
Whole damn ride got an attitude now.
All black whip with the music too loud,
Santa Fe rollin’ like I own this town! 🎵
[Verse 2]
Got room in the back but I’m drivin’ like a coupe,
Big girl energy when I’m slidin’ through.
Hit that gas, watch the whole thing move,
Black paint shining with a midnight mood.
No soccer-mom shit when I pull in the lot,
This Santa Fe lookin’ like it came to take your spot.
Music turned up and the bassline hot,
Factory ride—but the swagger ain’t stock.
Got my shades on late like I don’t know time,
Black wheels rollin’ and the headlights shine.
You can keep that flashy—I like mine sinister,
Santa Fe nasty like a four-wheel minister.
[Bridge – Beat Drops]
Black wheels.
Black tint.
Black paint.
Big bass.
Pull up.
Hop out.
Everybody lookin’ like—
DAMN, WHOSE SANTA FE IS THAT?!
Mine.
[FINAL CHORUS]
🎵 BLACKED OUT! BLACKED OUT!
Santa Fe when I back out!
Bass up, windows blacked out,
Whole parking lot wanna check me out.
BLACKED OUT! BLACKED OUT!
Midnight monster when I come around.
Turn that 808 up, shake the whole damn ground—
BLACKED-OUT SANTA FE RUN THIS TOWN! 🎵
[Outro]
All black.
All mine.
Santa Fe lookin’ like trouble tonight.
Yeah…
Blacked out.
