Middle Finger High

[Verse 1]
Black vest, blacked-out bike
Chrome teeth grin in the moonlight
Skull mask cover my cold eyes
Whole crew buzzin' like a beehive (yeah)
Middle finger up to the turnpike
We don't slow down for the blue lights
Long Island look like a war zone
Every back road feel like home
[Chorus]
Middle finger high when we roll out (roll out)
Whole bar freeze when we stroll out (stroll out)
Harley screamin', chaos causing, we don't hide
They get quiet when they see us outside
Middle finger high when we roll out (hey!)
You can feel the floor start to fall out
If you scared of us, better stay inside
We the storm you pray just rides by
[Verse 2]
Walk in, doors swing, sound dies
Pool cue pause in a stranger's hand
Tat ink peek from the short sleeves
You can taste that tension in the cheap cans
Boots hit floor, then the lanes part
No smile sittin' in a hard jaw
If you talk slick, better talk smart
'Cause pride cut deeper than the bar brawl
[Chorus]
Middle finger high when we roll out (roll out)
Whole bar freeze when we stroll out (stroll out)
Harley screamin', chaos causing, we don't hide
They get quiet when they see us outside
Middle finger high when we roll out (yeah!)
You can feel the floor start to fall out
If you scared of us, better stay inside
We the storm you pray just rides by

rap, Aggressive East Coast club-rap energy, male vocals. Heavy distorted 808s and gritty trap drums under a dark, looping guitar riff. Verses spit in a tight pocket with ad-lib shouts, chorus opens wider with gang vocals and crowd chants. Occasional DJ cuts and siren FX hit on bar drops; hook is built for shouting along in biker bars and packed rooms.