Blue Laces On My Nikes

[Verse 1]
Blue laces on my Nikes, I’m slidin’ through the backstreets
Gang signs out the window, whole block know it’s that team
Shorty in the front seat, tatted up, she that freak
Chrome peeking by the gearshift, tucked deep, can’t speak
Red and blue in my rearview, sirens gettin’ too close
Heart beat like a kick drum, I’m laughin’ like, “We won’t fold”
She giggle while she load it, lipstick on that cold steel
“Hit this right, don’t slow down, lemme show you how real feel”
[Chorus]
We was ridin’, ridin’, tires screamin’ off the line
Duckin’, divin’, pray they never read the signs
Windows foggin’, she keep reachin’ on my thigh
Say she love me when we almost die (almost die)
From the alley to the exit off the 5
Still survivin’, yeah we always toe the line
If they catch us, they gon’ hit us with that time
So we run ’til the tank run dry (run dry, run dry)
[Verse 2]
Cut left through the warehouse, gravel kickin’, dust cloud
Walkie talkies in the distance, dogs barkin’ too loud
Kill the lights, kill the engine, we coast in the dark
I can feel her nails diggin’, wild grin, cold heart
She whisper in my ear, “If we make it, you mine”
Kiss my neck, taste the fear, turn the pressure to grime
Helicopter in the sky, search beam sweepin’ the lot
I’m holdin’ on to the wheel, she hold the thing on her thigh
[Chorus]
We was ridin’, ridin’, tires screamin’ off the line
Duckin’, divin’, pray they never read the signs
Windows foggin’, she keep reachin’ on my thigh
Say she love me when we almost die (almost die)
From the alley to the exit off the 5
Still survivin’, yeah we always toe the line
If they catch us, they gon’ hit us with that time
So we run ’til the tank run dry (run dry, run dry)
[Bridge]
House keys in the flowerpot, gate swing, heart race
Kick door, fall laughin’, sweat drippin’ off face
She throw me on the mattress, whole night blurred frame
Wake up to the sunrise, still loyal to the gang
[Chorus]
We was ridin’, ridin’, tires screamin’ off the line
Duckin’, divin’, pray they never read the signs
Windows foggin’, she keep reachin’ on my thigh
Say she love me when we almost die (almost die)
From the alley to the exit off the 5
Still survivin’, yeah we always toe the line
If they catch us, they gon’ hit us with that time
So we run ’til the tank run dry (run dry, run dry)

rap, Dark West Coast trap bounce, detuned bells over sliding bass and crisp hats. Male vocals laid-back but menacing, triplet flows on verses, chant-style hook with stacked ad-libs. Beat breathes in the verses, then 808s slam harder on the hook with roomy claps and distant siren FX tucked low in the mix., hip hop