[Verse 1]
Keagan pull up, same old joke
Clapped-out MX4, smoke and hope
Chopped too hard, now it barely roll
Front wheel stutter, you losing control
You talk big, but your bike all rust
Chain keep slipping, your whole thing busted
Try lean back, you just lean and fail
Whole hood watch when you eat that L
Empty pockets, full of lies
Need change for gas, need help to ride
Say you got sauce, man, where?
You push that wreck like a kid on a dare
[Pre-Chorus]
Try, try, try, but you can’t lift up
Grip too weak and the frame too cut
Everybody knows when you show that scene
All chopped up, but it still won’t lean
[Chorus]
Keagan can’t wheelie
Keagan can’t wheelie
That MX4 too broke for me
Keagan can’t wheelie (can’t wheelie)
Keagan can’t wheelie
Pockets empty, talk too cheap
[Verse 2]
Your “build” look cursed, not custom
Half the bolts gone, bro, what you done?
Sound like scrap when you hit that street
One kick, one wobble, then you defeat
You post that angle like it’s a flex
Man, that frame got a permanent stress
Bent-up bars and a cracked-up seat
Still want smoke? You can’t beat feet
Say you’re “fast” but you move like stuck
Try to stunt once, then your luck ran out
Same worn tires, same dead grin
You chase that moment, never get in
[Pre-Chorus]
Try, try, try, but you can’t lift up
Grip too weak and the frame too cut
Everybody knows when you show that scene
All chopped up, but it still won’t lean
[Chorus]
Keagan can’t wheelie
Keagan can’t wheelie
That MX4 too broke for me
Keagan can’t wheelie (can’t wheelie)
Keagan can’t wheelie
Pockets empty, talk too cheap
[Bridge]
You wanted clout, got clunk instead
A pile of parts and a bruised-up head
No front-end rise, no clean escape
Just you and that clapped, chopped shape
[Final Chorus]
Keagan can’t wheelie
Keagan can’t wheelie
That MX4 too broke for me
Keagan can’t wheelie (can’t wheelie)
Keagan can’t wheelie
Pockets empty, talk too cheap