Ride or Die

Intro

(ayy) yeah, ayy, skrrt, yuh

(come on) Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — let's go

Verse

I pull up with the crew, we smiling like a headline, ayy

Peyton got the jokes, Abby bring the timeline, ayy

Batuls with the calm, Alanah bring the wild, ayy

Four queens on the move, call it curated style, ayy

We laugh loud, talk loud, whole room feel the frequency

Text threads like confetti, midnight remedy, uh-huh

We ride past the rumors, cut 'em off like scenery

Swipe left on the noise, we living legendary, yeah

Loose laces, tight plans, sneakers tapping tempo

We flip plans to profit, make a moment, then we tempo

No blueprint but we built one from our own tempo

Matching scars to the stories, every scar a raffle, hmm

Peyton steady plotting, got the map in her palm

Abby got the remedy when the day goes wrong

Batuls keep the calm, steady like a psalm

Alanah light the spark and turn the hush to a song

We hustle in the daylight, we secret in the moonlight

Trading petty for the big moves, yeah we shoot right

If they test the crew we pass the test, no bruise, right

Sisters not by blood but coded tight — that’s true, right? (true, right)

We flip grief to glitter, fear to fuel, uh-huh

Back-to-back, we catalog the wins like a jewel

I call them through the panic, they answer like it's usual

Shared keys to the same door — we keep it mutual, woo

Chorus

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Verse

Remember when the jokes were cheap and the rent was late? (late)

We split the bag of pizza and plotted better fate (fate)

Abby sent the playlist, Peyton found the gate (skrrt)

Batuls said breathe, Alanah said now — we escalate (yeah)

We ghosted toxic buzz, muted people and the hate

Turned our group chat to a boardroom, scheduled out the dates

From dorm rooms to apartments, from jobs to bigger rates

We celebrate the little wins like trophies that we make

I got receipts of late-night rides, receipts of broken fights

We patched up with lipstick and a couple of breakfast bites

We fight for each other’s mornings, hold up each other’s lights

And if the world get heavy, we get heavier on heights

We clap back at the doubt, clap forward on the plans

We rehearse our comebacks like a band with mics in hands

No one else is breathing in the exact same plans

So we choreograph our chaos, we the authors, we the fans

Peyton with the quick wit, Abby with the steady grin

Batuls with the cool edge, Alanah with the spin

We trade secrets like postcards, every line a win

We keep receipts for love — stamped thick, never thin (never thin)

Chorus

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or die, we heavy, ayy

Peyton, Abby, Batuls, Alanah — ride or di