Four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
Until the commissioner asks, "What's going on?"
At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
"I'm outta here!" is my status

I'm not that smart, just a little eloquent
But before I know it, I'm sitting in the Mercedes-Benz
I drive big cars, sometimes the one with this stallion
And still, I don't have such a small penis as you think
I press the gas pedal to the floor
Three hundred km/h, even in the curves
I'm heating up and the oven is off
Car so loud, you rise from the dead
At this speed, you can only trust in God
And I hope no one stops me because of this black bag in the trunk
Turn right, because a shark is flying in
And I'm getting smaller on the horizon

At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
Until the commissioner asks, "What's going on?"
At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
"I'm outta here!" is my status

Check! Whether Carlsson, whether Brabus, fuck the cops, screw the gas
You wonder, "What's going on, Chabo?"
I drive through the night from the red light at Frankfurt station
Turn right, end of Taunus towards Gallus, ah
On the radio is Sido feat. Hafti Babo (yes)
Sitting in the red Ferrari, the bitch snorts a line of coke
I don't have a high school diploma, but a lot of hard drugs
The speed camera takes a snapshot, downtown, seventy km/h too fast
But suddenly a car chase, the detectives are on my ass and so
But the commissioner can blow with his Omega Opel
I race into the forest and get rid of a Colombian load
We hung out on the streets, not in the gym

At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
Until the commissioner asks, "What's going on?"
At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
"I'm outta here!" is my status

GTS towards Lake Garda, drifting every hairpin bend
Take my driver's license, baby, the reason why I don't smoke weed
Cops pull me over on Ku'damm, pull over to the right for a sound test
Corsa mode in the Urus, you think a spaceship is landing
Asked the lawyer, "What should I do about points?"
No joke, he said: "Wear a mask like your buddy!"
Rappers pimp their diesel to AMG, it's like magic
Teach me that and I'll make gold out of a pile of shit
Why are you doing business with your monthly ticket?
Dicka, I can now pack my things, drive through Europe
Rolling with a thunder roll, huge rumble
Ayrton Essah, pump "Cruisen" by Massive Töne every day

At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
Until the commissioner asks, "What's going on?"
At four o'clock in the morning on the AVUS
AMG, Abt and Brabus
With seven hundred horses - King Arthur
"I'm outta here!" is my status

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