Ride or die, we glide through the night, no brakes, just fire in our eyes,
Tee Grizzley steel, Tink moonlit, we tight, loyalty inked, no disguise.
Glocks sing lullabies, city cries, we rise, enemies fold like paper ties.
In the whip, bass thump, hearts pump,
We stunt, every scar a badge, every loss a triumph.
Tink whispers low, “Cross us, you drown,”
Grip the crown, blood-bound, never back down.
Ride or die, till the sun denies,
Our saga etched in asphalt skies.