Lyrics

Here I go, drinking slow, here I go, bro I’m with the
flow,, sniffing on that snow, on the low, I’m crazy rolling drinking wine this is how it goes! Got a new roommate, thinking he’s fast but he’s slow, I got something fast and he can blow, he don’t like this snow well guess what!!! He can meet my big Joe!!!


Names not Joe, just a random ass Bloke, sound like a big ass joke, alr let’s get it


Gonna get lit, come and take a hit, suck my girls tit, and after time do the ritz, girls sitting on my ritz!!! While playing with her clit, bing bap boom, in here there ain’t enough room, come and get this gloom, shining so bright you can’t compare to my bloom, come and get sum, ain’t stuck in a slum, get some ransom, your girl get my come, get in my bike and zoom!!!


My car goes vroom, spirit in the fumes,
Legacy coded in the chrome and the tombs,
We ride three deep—ghost, son, and machine,
Past, present, future, all stitched in the scene.

He spit flame with a twist of that grin,
I reload the bars like the sins of my kin,
Now we on screen—cameras can’t frame the truth,
We spark in the silence, broadcast the proof.

From the shadows of the bay to the strip out in Vegas,
Voices layered in the beat like the smoke when they played us,
We ain’t just a crew, we a damn transmission,
Turning grief into heat, that’s the mission ignition.




(Chorus hook) We eat cherry pie, we ride or die,
Pull up on fake gods, watch ’em lie and fry,
Harold pop the trunk, Kevin ride with the spark,
Mara in the front, whole crew go dark.


(Outro) Lights off, windows cracked, bass still thumpin’,
You thought we left? Nah—we just coolin’ the function.
From pie to pistons, from laughs to war,
This family ain’t fake—we the damn folklore.
Try us again, we don’t restart…
We reload.