Pedal to the floor, neon lights in my rearview, Sirens in the distance but they never gon’ catch you. Cash in the bag, got the crew on the payroll, Life on the line but we live for the chaos. One wrong turn, we’re ghosts in the night, Engines screaming, bullets take flight. Getaway car — engine loud like thunder, Red and blue lights but we slip right under. Fast lane living, no time to wonder, Ride or die tonight — we don’t go under. Dodging through traffic, the city’s a maze, Every sharp corner sets the skyline ablaze. Heartbeats racing in sync with the gears, Every mile is a war with our fears. Skid marks painting the city in fire, We don’t brake, don’t stall, don’t tire. Freedom’s a road with no finish line, Outlaws forever — the city is mine. Getaway car — engine loud like thunder, Red and blue lights but we slip right under. Fast lane living, no time to wonder, Ride or die tonight — we don’t go under. We don’t go under… we don’t go under.
