Midnight Riders

[Intro] [Verse 1] Cruisin' in our whip, ain't no fakin' the funk, Full throttle grip, yeah, we’re skatin’ the junk. Hats tilted low, shadows blend with the night, Smooth talkin’ through the ’burbs, we ignite the f***t. Engine’s growlin’ loud, pistons pumpin’ rage, Corner sparks a shock, crowd flips the page. We pull up, they flock, but the snitches stay mute, They know the game—we’re the kings of the loot. [Chorus] Midnight riders, neon guides our trail, Streetlights whisper where the rebels set sail. Cash stashed low, Cointreau on the sly, Speakers blast the truth—we’re born to ride high. [Verse 2] Ten PM glows, classic steel gleams, Neon dash dreams, cash hides in the seams. Rich kids sip scotch, but they can’t touch our grind, Six-banger roars, a beast they’ll never find. Underground express, we’re dodgin’ the pain, Custom Caravan cuts—a hustler’s terrain. This ain’t no showroom, it’s b***d, sweat, and chrome, Life on the line, but we’re steerin’ it home. [Bridge] Cops chase the hills, their sirens go dumb, We ghost through roadblocks, kingdom come. One lookout’s call, we vanish like smoke, Music kills the heat, minds float, no c***e. [Chorus] Midnight riders, neon guides our trail, Streetlights whisper where the rebels set sail. Cash stashed low, Cointreau on the sly, Speakers blast the truth—we’re born to ride high. [Outro]