[Intro] (Night drive, engine pressure...) [Hook] Cut 'em off, no rearview glance, Fake friends bleed, I advance. Red lights flash, tire smoke dance, Night drive cold, no second chance. Cut 'em off! (Fuck 'em!) Cut 'em off! (Gone!) Blacked-out whip, wet asphalt run, Loyalty fake? Motherfucker, done. Cut 'em off! Stronger now, number one. [Verse 1] Snakes in the grass, talked big shit, Pressure hit, bitch niggas split. Empty promises, two-faced pricks, I ghosted quick, now I'm fuckin' lit. Rearview faded, your weak ass ghosted, Tire smoke chokin', your fake crown rotted. Night drive solo, engine scream loud, Betrayal fuel, I burn that crowd. [Hook] Cut 'em off, no rearview glance, Fake friends bleed, I advance. Red lights flash, tire smoke dance, Night drive cold, no second chance. Cut 'em off! (Fuck 'em!) Cut 'em off! (Gone!) Blacked-out whip, wet asphalt run, Loyalty fake? Motherfucker, done. Cut 'em off! Stronger now, number one. [Verse 2] Weak links snapped, no lookin' back, Vengeful king on the blacked-out track. You flopped hard, I stacked my pack, Proud as fuck, colder than that. Neon glow, speed demon mode, Broken bonds? Overload, explode. Unbothered boss, your diss? A joke, Drift away, you fake-ass smoke. [Outro] Cut 'em off... (Night drive forever) Rearview empty... (Fuck the fakers, never) Tire smoke rises... (Stronger, colder, free) betrayal history… "When they bring nothing but pressure, noise, and false loyalty, leaving is not cruelty - it is clarity."
